The month of Love.
The day love is universally
celebrated.
A difficult day to get through,
for those of us who have had our days of wine and roses cut short; no more
blissful, passionate Loveuary mornings – no more loving phone calls filled with
sweet nothings for our ears only. No more exchanges of Love Cards, thoughtfully
chosen and hidden until Loveuary morning.
No more overt expressions of love
– that ended with our loved one’s last breath.
For the past three years, I’ve
avoided this Day … however, this year I decided to treat myself.
And I thought of Bob as being
very much alive (which he IS) in the Spirit; walking alongside
me: his body gave out, his soul did not. Knowing this, encourages me every day
to keep moving forward. To keep engaging in daily life, in ways that both my
Husbands (Yeshua and Bob), can see – in ways that make them both feel
happy for me, and proud that I am doing as both want me to do.
I also thought of the many ways
Bob and I valued each other; and showed our love in the small ways that matter
in big ways (it’s the little things that lead to big passionate moments):
and I did not cry this year.
I enjoyed my treat – and did
not make a pig of myself: I wrapped the remaining servings, and put them in the
freezer (to be enjoyed later this week – and figured into my calorie
counting routine).
I’ll never be young and svelte
again … but I can be a slimmer/toned version of myself than I was this
time, last year 😉
And I thought of all the loving
throughout previous generations that resulted in my having a life – without those
ancestors, I would not exist to have experienced Bob’s wonderful love: I
am thankful for all the love that got me here 😊
It rained today, so I stayed
inside and did laundry … and worked on designing and crafting another Angel
baby blanket.
All in all, it was a pretty
good, low-key day without Bob’s physical presence in it. I miss Bob, but life is
treating me well 😊
