Words fail sometimes. I am unable to express what it feels like to be the recipient of liquid love. Love that flows to you and through you like a bubbling brook. Why? Why do folks remember this anniversary? Why do they send *flowers and cards and e-cards and call on the tele sending their love on this second anniversary of Robert's move to Eternity. Why?
My word, a couple of our July first wedding anniversaries nearly slid by unnoticed. My favorite is the time Robert's Mother called July 1st and inquired innocently, "Doing anything special today?" We looked at each other - Robert and me - like a couple of "World's dumbest bandits" and laughed for days.
Now, don't get me wrong, Robert was mindful of all things pertaining to planning and time. But when you love each other every day, the Big Events aren't nearly as important. The Special Days just compliment the Everyday like baby's breath around the roses.
Thank you to all who thought of us today, prayed for us, sent a greeting, flowers, cards and the "Robert Book" on sale at a bookstore near you. UnBelievable! You all are the baby's breath around the Rose which is my life. Love to olive yuz!
*As I am looking up close and personal at these gerber daisies with colors that are beyond description, I think this says it best: Flowers are a foretaste of Glory Divine! I'm wondering if they die in Heaven like they do here? Because to cut a flower is to kill a flower.
They live in Heaven. I'm sure of that...
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Dear friend, I sit here looking out of my front window and watch the ice glisten on my trees. Do you think that is what it is like in heaven for Robert and Steve. "All is glistening" I believe so, I believe that the small glimpse we get here of the beauty of nature is only that -- a glimpse of the glorius beauty in heaven... May you always know that I hold your friendship highly and that I am only a walk away "literally, even in the ice and snow storm of last weekend!" Our roads are differently than we would have ever chosen, but I have to believe we know the Father to a greater extent now than if we had not walked this path... love eternally, kaija
Back at you, My Precious Friend! I am unspeakably thankful for you - a short hike away. Day or night, snow or sleet. You've stood by me literally from the first moment of Robert's departure. I love you - care
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