I didn’t always understand how you loved me or how you made that love work. You don’t write words that explain that beautiful complex mind or whisper sweet somethings in my ear as I drift off into a space in my mind where your love gives me wings to soar. You don’t always stroke my over accentuated male ego or take time to wipe away my hidden tears when I am wounded. What is apparent is you know me without revealing the source of that knowledge. You give meaning to the expression “I feel you”. You get me even when I am not trying to give. It kills me when I get you running on one rail while I’m trying to figure out feelings I don’t recognize in me. I get lifted as I hold your hands and hear you thank God for things I didn’t realize I’d done. You boldly employ God to bless my day and keep me safe in the evil one’s world. Your words pass through my heart on their way to Him and He replaces all my questions with a full-blown view of His love in our life. Now I understand. I love you sweetheart. Glad the tomb is empty.
