native Human, grateful wife, mom to 2 humans, 3 cats, and 1 dog; only child/daughter; singer-songwriter; swing, salsa, and C&W social dancer; forest-lover, streaming video-listener; palindromophile, craft enthusiast, indefatigable civil rights advocate; gratefully recovered since 1995 from what then seemed like a hopeless state of mind and body by a Power greater than I am in 12-step rooms full of garden variety drunks and addicts just like me.
Sunday, July 03, 2016
I love you
C tells me he loves me more than once a day. It's usually followed by tackling. Sometimes he says I love you so bad, and sometimes he says he loves me more than I love him. Impossible. H used to say I luf you a lot, but now I have to remind myself to say it to him out loud. I love him so much I forget he can't read my mind.
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