In that quiet darkness of the morning
before even birds sing
all that is heard
is the constant silent prayer
of your longing
to be lifted close enough
to God’s mouth
to clearly hear
that he is always saying,
“I love you, I love you, I love you”.
–Harvey Rabichow
I read your story about the daily napkin ritual, and how your hubby kept them all. I have to tell you, it made me cry!
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He's 23 now. But he still remembers. :) And he loves me, too. :)
Thank you Lorraine. Yes, for me, it was/is a kind of "pay it forward" from my childhood. I don't think it matters who or how, but the more we share unconditional love, the better life is for all of us. It is an additional effort, as it builds on itself synergystically, becoming more than the sum of it's parts. The gift you gave your son will build through generations. Good work! –Dena
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