26/03, 00:45 Praise Be unto The Black Dog
He stands ready at my side His Wisdom infallible He teaches me the value of loyalty For He is my friend, always He does not care how I look He knows I have good days, and bad days He loves me the same on the bad days as on the good ones Am I ever worthy of Him? What have I done to deserve His trust? What can I do today to earn it?
04/02, 03:27 Little Things...
The other day I did a bit of cleaning in my kitchen. In my house, if there is a flat surface, stuff is drawn to it. And stuff will remain there and invite its friends for get-togethers where no one leaves until a human comes along to shoo it all away. That human would be me. Amongst the items I found on one of my surfaces was Ronni's JumpStart Baby Cd's, which I was thrilled to find cuz she's really interested in using the computer after watching her older sister do it. I found a few other things that I had misplaced, a few little toys here and there, but most importantly I found a poem that I had printed out and had somehow managed to put in the vicinity of the flat surface. I have no idea how it ended up there, but I think maybe it was fate that put it there because I really needed a reminder of what Love is and just how much I am loved in my little world. Anyway, I wanted to share it. JR wrote this to me in an email about a year after we were married.
