I Think Our Neighbors Are Drunk
26 Aug
Late at night
we hear them laugh – LOUD
We hear the movie playing
on and on…on and on…
by now our hair is tangled in knots
sweat at our brow
dark circles under our eyes – we cannot sleep.
MUST sleep, for we MUST work
we MUST pay our bills!
I open my box of pre-packaged oatmeal – half awake
stuffed in the middle is a folded mash of paper
creatively folded at the crease of a heart spelled C+B
filled with a never-ending list of happy memories and reminders
of the many that are to come…
…“This wonderful morning with memories & thoughts of our future on my mind, I am sure of this:
though the world economy may be in the tank, our personal love bank is abundantly flowing with wealth.
I love you so much.
–Clark”
He never fails to make me feel safe
to remind me that no matter WHAT the ‘worldly chaos’ may surround us with
life goes on…
we have control…
over what brings us joy…
what brings us sadness…
and what brings us hope.
For if ye are prepared – ye shall not fear.
With love in the amount that Clark and I hold for one another,
we are numbered among the wealthiest. ♥
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He is so sweet!!! You have a great guy.
This is so sweet! We are so lucky to have Great Husbands!!
Thank you ♥
Yes we are – so lucky!
♥