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...
