Sunday, February 14, 2016

I Love.

I love a good walk, a good book and a good coffee.

I love dry socks after a wet day.

I love blankets warmed by dogs.

I love moments of peaceful silence.

I love the gift that is our life, the promise of each new day, the wonder that is the simple act of breathing in and out.

I don't love the hard stuff.  I can't even pretend.  The hurt, the sorrow, the sadness.  The loss, the loneliness, the tears.

I do love how the hard stuff makes me appreciate the little things all the more.  Every hug I get from my Mom is dearer today than it was six months ago, when we didn't know then what we know today.

I love.