Saturday, April 22, 2017
wooing a girl
Today, I treated myself to a pedicure. As the attendant was applying lotion and massaging my feet, I choked back tears. My husband gave me regular foot massages. Some may characterize me as demanding, but my sweet husband never denied me a foot massage. Never. Since his passing, it is the daily human touch that I miss most. I am accustomed to daily hugs and kisses. Now, instead I get morning kisses from my dog Rex and nudges from my sweet cat Charlie, but it isn't the same.
For 37 years I was with a man who woke me with kisses and a variation of,
"Good morning Beautiful. I love you." How fortunate that we were partners in this life. And I was so well loved.
I believe that he continues to love me for how else could I manage?