Love comes in too many flavors to count, don’t you think? I love my family, ever so completely; I love my children, fully, unconditionally - and way too much to comprehend… I love life, its ups, downs, and way turned around… Warm chocolate pudding, with whipped cream on top. I love a run or workout that reaches that sweet spot. You know what I mean. Splashing through puddles on a rainy summer day. I love parents who live their life out in front of their children, leading by example. The image of a baby lightly sleeping. Along those same lines, I love the smell of a baby. Oh, yes, I do. I love the warmth of a fire on a cold night. A good glass of wine. So many ways there are - and not enough time in a day to count...

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Always.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Shakespeare