I just had a thought, that someone may be wondering how a breakfast could do all that, no matter how great it tastes... so i'll add this:
well one thing i would say, is that he didn't just throw something together... i mean he really made it nice and it felt more special than the actual food, because i knew it was made with love by how well it was put together. and how good it tasted was almost speaking to my soul, as if to say, life really is this good, if you let it be...
another thing is that it is fairly rare for him to cook for me.. so that made it extra special
and then, he even let me take a few pictures of him till i got one i could live with, while he was really trying to get some work done planting our flower bed... when he's in work mode he can be a little... short, for lack of a better word... so just him allowing the interruption made all the joy i was feeling already, become all the more real... so that when i did get to writing this post, that i just had to write, given the fact that i wouldn't dare continue with writing what i was prior, i really did feel rescued...
well one thing i would say, is that he didn't just throw something together... i mean he really made it nice and it felt more special than the actual food, because i knew it was made with love by how well it was put together. and how good it tasted was almost speaking to my soul, as if to say, life really is this good, if you let it be...
another thing is that it is fairly rare for him to cook for me.. so that made it extra special
and then, he even let me take a few pictures of him till i got one i could live with, while he was really trying to get some work done planting our flower bed... when he's in work mode he can be a little... short, for lack of a better word... so just him allowing the interruption made all the joy i was feeling already, become all the more real... so that when i did get to writing this post, that i just had to write, given the fact that i wouldn't dare continue with writing what i was prior, i really did feel rescued...
posted by 1weirdgirl at 12:29 PM
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You are not lucky, simply loved and cherished and very, very special. It makes me so sad to hear your crys of despair. But so happy to hear that Eddie knows how to make you feel loved and special. I can't protect you from the world, nor the evil dismile thoughts that sometimes overwhelm you. But know that God can
Am i the only one who thinks everything would be easier if we all lived like they used to back in the day? When families did'nt get so spread out, and grandmas and grandpas could get their fill of some great little kids and the parents of those kids could have a little more time for whatever. i think this need for help is a big part of my despair, and lonely tendencies. But your mom is right. I love that lady!! I even love that there is no period after her last statement, very appropriate and thought provoking.
well, you're not the only one... how do you think we convinced my them to move out here?
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