11.25.09
Today my thanks are for my sweet George. He is the warm sun on my face on a cold winter’s day, the joy of an unexpected surprise, the peace and comfort of a favorite pair of sweats and a bowl of hot soup on a cloudy day, the security of standing on solid ground after a dizzying carnival ride, the relief of finding a lost set of keys. He is the preparation of my past, the joy of my present, the hope of my future. He is eternally mine. We are not perfect, but we are perfect together!
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