Used to be the long weekends were filled with the laughter of our sons.
Laughing as they played when they were young, laughing as they came
and went when they were older, always filling our hearts with love.
It’s quiet now, just the two of us, and we are surrounded by the sound
of who we have become.
Sharing omelets and Ray LaMontagne in a quiet moment that tells the
truth.
Two people who have built their lives around one another and traveled
to the very depth, the very definition of love.
It’s good to be away from work for a couple of days, to briefly control
my own life, get a taste of freedom.
It’s overwhelming to have this woman sitting next to me in this peaceful
moment, treasuring what has passed, and looking forward to what is to come.
This is love in its most spiritual form, soul deep, and the answer to any
doubt about the beauty of life.
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