To Be Loved

Valentines Day has come and gone. Perhaps it's my age. I am not sure. I haven't always been able to absorb his caring ways. Meaning my husband. If I were to say that one of us owned those bad days or even weeks that happen in  marriages, I own the majority of them. Because I have an illness, it is hard to imagine him being straddled with the things we deal with--I face guilt each time he has to walk out of the house alone...each time I can't be the things I promised to be when we said "I do." Watching him go without his wife-the only word I know is guilt. He will say, "Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" Sure I want to but too often I can't.because of pain., I reached a point where I wanted him to find another wife. This was a mistake. I was fortunate to marry a man that really does want me. He really does. I finally saw how much it hurt him that I didn't feel he could. One day. I told myself that the man I married deserves all that I can give-All the laughter, the love, the listening. going when I can, and letting him hug and love me. I want him to be happy that we chose each other. This last month and a half paid off. The tide turned--and what I see in him is a warm, dedicated, fun loving, fantastic man. Scoot over world-Here I come romance.

Love is a Happy Face

Blessed by

the


Grace of a kiss

on the cheeks

'makes for the


happiest face. Hello Granddaugher

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Mom promised everyone a soda with her egg money. After getting their bottles of grape

and using the filling station bathrooms, they were on the road again, Al and Celeste in the lead... This would also be Al’s first time seeing the Temple place.

In a jiffy, they crossed the Platte River, full of spring rains and a winter of heavy snowfall. Awed by the sight, the water flowed at a rapid pace, over and around sand bars, and hither and thither, cold and clear.  Two elderly men fished from a bank; others fished from the bridge. Looking left, the view was visible for a good distance. Sand, cottonwood, and what not…Such scenery!

 A mile further, they came to cornfields, some interspersed with cattle, while tractors rattled row to row. Each section—a square mile, had a house or two and sometimes more. Above, the sun was busy laughing downward,   bypassing hundreds of tiny white puffs that looked like marshmallows floating about in springtime skies. Such joy! It seemed impossible to feel anything but a lively anticipation. Al, certain to like this land and the people, felt relief upon meeting other farmers on the road. This relief dealt with how they greeted him.  He called it the two finger V wave. ( Palm of hand on steering wheel with two fingers up and apart, making a V, and then, waving slowly back and forth, not too fast and not too long. A real casual wave.)