26th April
2009
We had a delightful time last night, 3 couples enjoying a BBQ. Before dinner, there were toasts.
He picked up his dinner fork and raised it to each glass.
After the first toast, I quietly slid the wine glass into his hand. He looked at me and smiled. I know him so well and I think this was a “thank you” smile. (At home, if he uses a spoon to try to spear a piece of meat, when I slip the fork in his hand, he smiles an “embarrassed” smile.
Dear Heart, what a battle you fight everyday.
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Lucky he’s got you by his side, helping him out on this steep mountain.
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Jean–I constantly am in awe of how gently you make a wee adjustment, to keep W as much on even keel as possible.
Bless you, dear.
My immediate thought as I read through your post was already written above except for one when I stopped by to give a hug… I possess a degree of envy for the beautiful relationship that you’ve often draw for me; the concert of your “together-ness” is dear to my heart. I always want to read more. Eloquent. Thank you ♥♥♥
Oh, Wendy, thank you!
Donna, your comment was so sweet to me.
LovingGrand, Welcome. Thank you.
YOU are one of the most loving and gracious angels in his life.
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Aw Midlife – that is so touching.