She stirs, when I get up in the morning. I use a flashlight, so she won’t be disturbed. I quietly move around the bedroom, then a shower to get dressed. Sometimes she mumbles in her sleep, reaches out her hand. I never could resist the softness of her skin. I gently place my hand in hers, and I say, “Shhh”, leaning over to plant a kiss.
I tiptoe down the hallway, grabbing my lunch from the fridge. And as I head out, turning the key in the lock to make sure she’s safe, I can sense her spirit. She’s praying for me, I just know it.
The first blessing of my day.
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”