Saturday, September 11, 2010
A song plays. A breeze brushes past my face. A scene from a movie crosses the screen. I stand in the kitchen for no certain reason. A sunset paints itself across the horizon. Our dog sticks his head out the window. I lay silently in bed.
These diminutive things take place, and from head to toe I am overwhelmed with how much I am in love with him. How much of his love gives me random moments of bliss and makes me thankful to be around to feel them.
It's the equivalent to his 6'2 self wrapping his arms around me. A kiss of his lips on my forehead. Awakening to find him watching me.
It's the same sensation, just in a new form. A form that makes all well in this tornado of a world I live in.
I don't know where they come from or why, but they are a reminder of the capacity of happiness that is and can be felt in this soul of mine. A whisper from his soul into mine. A promise that he's always with me. A promise that all will be well.