It’s always a crazy life, isn’t it? I’m going ninety miles per hour, doing eleventymillion things with forty gazillion people…
I do slow down.
I do take the time to hear the words, and let them fill me up.
“come have a beer and sit with me while I work the crossword”
“quit dawdling and come to bed”
“I got a camping catalog today, we’ll look at it tonight!”
These words may seem simple, trivial, maybe they’re nothing to anyone else.
To me, they fill me with warmth. I play them on loop in my head. It assures me that this life, this quiet life, this good life that we are building…is true and strong and real. The moments between the big trips and concerts and productions…those quiet moments together are more meaningful to me than anything.
In the moments of crazy, when I begin to doubt…I seek solace in these words.
I love you.
What do you love to hear?