I can write little private notes at any time. Today demands something more.
I just wanted to gush about how fortunate I am…
EVERY day I get a ride to work, without ever having to ask.
It was not required the first day; nor was a request to make it a habit on the second. If I don’t drag my bike along -- without a word from my mouth -- I get another ride home.
Those nights, as soon as I open the car door I have a pair of arms around me, lips against me, eyes on me, smiling, ears to listen to my adventures. I come home; the place is clean, the laundry done, my book (which undoubtedly fell unto my sleeping face the night before) is marked, resting on the dresser. If I want to crawl up and read all evening: okay. If I want to fool around on the computer the entire night: okay. If I want to stay out till late hours with friends: okay. See a movie? Play a game? Dinner out? Take a walk? Take a ride? Just sit for an hour talking, touching, laughing? … Sure.
No grief, no complaints, and when I offer my gratitude: a roll of the eyes and a smile. “It’s NOTHING,” I hear. “I love you.”
Then all night: fingers grazing my neck, a kiss to my forehead, a wink and a grin, five thousand ‘I love you’s, attentionattentionattention, ruthless teasing, giggling, deep laughter, long gazes, shared silence, a ready confidant, understanding, silly antics, delightfully evil tricks, kindness to an astonishing degree.
Every day I am made to feel so loved, so wanted, so incredibly necessary and cared for. A million little favors are granted to me hour by hour… and I NEED to express that I recognize and cherish them.
I have to say that I am blessed, truly. My life has become better, fuller, sweeter, more than I have ever dared hope for. To the person who has made this a possibility: THANK YOU.
I love you to the very core of me.
[This message has been edited by Elizabeth Cor (edited 02-28-2001).]