Tuesday, January 22, 2008

he loves me

He loves me. He brought me roses at the airport when he knew I would be coming off the plane doped up on dramamine with our girls hanging off of my arms. He knew I had been a little down in the last week. He thought of me and stopped in somewhere in the rain to buy me a bundle of roses. And when he saw me coming down the steps at Seatac, bestraggled as I may have been- his eyes focused soley on me. His blue-green eyes under those golden brown lashes- had passionate love in them...all for me!