I see your love, like I see the wind.
Just as the wind floats a leaf on a gust or
sails a flag,
I see your love as I read your sweet messages or catch you smiling at me when I didn't know you were watching.
I sense the aroma and flavor of your love, like I experience the wind in my face.
Just as the wind carries the message that our neighbor is grilling or a warning that a wildfire is near,
I breathe in the scent of flowers you gave me or the delicious meal you're preparing for me.
I hear your love like I hear the wind.
Just as I hear leaves rustling and evergreen branches imitating the sound of ocean waves,
I hear your love when you say my name with a smile in your voice or ask me if there's anything you can do to ease my pain.
I feel your love like I feel the wind.
Just as I feel a gale push me down a path or a draft brush across my skin,
I feel your love as you hold me tight while I cry and when you gently massage away the pain, again and again.
Writing is one of my passions. Most blog entries are relatively short articles regarding a wide variety of topics.
I'm a middle-aged wife and mother of two adult sons. I've been a teacher, counselor, medical transcriptionist, student teacher supervisor, substitute teacher and retail clerk. Staying home now due to fibromyalgia. Seeking purpose.
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