What are we without love?

Sometimes...no...MANYtimes I do not stop and remember how incredibly lucky I am!

I was having a discussion with my son on Maslow's hierarchy of needs.
You are all familiar with it...
The pyramid and at the bottom is or basic levels are: breathing, food, water etc...
And that "love" is not listed till higher in the pyramid.

His argument was that love should be one of the basic needs and that the whole pyramid was not accurate. Because after all...what are you without love.

WOW!!! What a smart son I raised!!!
Because after all...what are we without love!!!

How he holds me...

He holds me and comforts me all night long...
He picks me up from the floor when I no longer think I can make it...
He checks on me when I have had a bad day...
He checks on me when I have a good day...
He holds my hand...
He sits with me on the couch...

I rely on him so much.
I need him so much.

I love him so much.

Palin

Yes - I am not afraid to admit it - I LIKE PALIN!!!!
So there all of you bleeding heart liberals!!!!

Girl, Woman and a Old Lady

Sometimes I think my husband...
Soon to be "ex", was a strange combo of all the above.

Girl - he acts like a girl with his "I hate you clubs"
Woman - Gossips and holds a grudge!
Old Lady - Can't keep anything straight in his head...

WOW - now that I am out - I can not believe how long I stayed in!!!
GEEZ!!!

Bring me a Texan

The very first day that we had each other to ourselves...was simply enjoyable.
We were content, comfortable but yet with an undercurrent of electricity.

We took a drive to the mountains. It was November Ha ha, after all that would be appropriate wouldn't it. Our relationship is often viewed as a May / November relationship. We talked, we took pictures, we listened to music...we enjoyed each others company.

Once we were done exploring...we went to lunch at a wonderful quaint little mountain retreat. We sat across the table from each other. Sometimes little was said. I suppose it sounds corny to say maybe little needed to be said.

I seemed to notice everything about him...
The contours of his face...
His eyes...
His hat over his ears...
His smile...
...and most of all his hands...

We ate, we talked, then we went home.

That night, as we were on our computers, sitting in the same room,
sitting across from each other ... I texted him ...
I texted some very simple, true and honest words...
I told him how I noticed his hands...
I noticed the shape...the lines...the size...the knuckles and how he held them.
I noticed everything!!!

I was hesitant to say anything.
Maybe I should not have...maybe...?
But that is when my life changed.
Changed in ways I had no comprehension of knowing.
Some days have been pure joy...
Some nights have been pure agony...

If you read this you may ask am I happy...?

I can answer this...

Even though I often long for what should have been...
I feel blessed and at peace in the arms of my loving Texan.