Love is friendship that has caught fire. ~ Ann Landers
Read and muse this weekend.
Today’s prompt is how we honor loved ones. Although the prompt was intended to be about those who have passed on, I chose to write it about the living.
How many times? how many times have you walked through the door with a bouquet of flowers for me, for no special occasion how many times have I gone to do a chore, and discover it’s already done—you did it for me how many times have I been angry or upset, and you’ve distracted me with jokes and silliness until I laugh and forget how many times have you made something special for me for dinner—something I like but you don’t particularly care for how many times when I’ve had to do something physically demanding were you right there next to me, silently helping me how many times have you reminisced with me about the old days when we first met or first dated or were first married, and told me what was running through your mind when we were just getting to know each other how many times have you saved up for something I liked but thought was too extravagant for me ever to own every time you do those things, I’m astounded by how much you love me