Love is the what
Putting my hand on your chest. Feeling yours on mine too.
Thank you, dear Mary. It helps.
Sometimes no words are the best thing we can say.
Birdie, you're so right. And yet the desire to connect remains. xo
sometimes it's enough to know that someone's there
Thank you, Candice. That is everything, really.
Gosh, I love those StoryPeople stories. And I'm sorry you're blue or grieving --
Elizabeth, just a little blue is all. And maybe grieving events that have not yet happened. Just a bit. Even though I know there is no wisdom in that at all. xo