Sometimes…

Daily writing prompt
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

Sometimes…

Sometimes, it’s the way he looks at me and smiles.

Then there are times where he doesn’t even have to smile or anything… I can see it in his eyes.

Sometimes, it’s the way he laughs at the silly things I say.

But there are still those moments when things aren’t so funny… he won’t laugh or say anything at all, really. He just rests his shoulder against mine to let me know that he’s there.

Sometimes, it’s the little things he does… like bringing me that first cup of coffee in the morning, or surprising me with my favorite candy bar. It’s not even about receiving a gift, it’s about the planning or forethought, if you will. It makes me feel so loved that he was thinking about me, even when I wasn’t with him. You know, sometimes I’ll wake up from the sensation of him tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear… he’d been lying there watching me, as I slept. Isn’t that so adorable!

I could go on and on about all the sometimes that I have felt loved… and these examples are about my husband. I haven’t even gotten to God, yet! If I could share with you all the times that I have felt God’s love, it would fill a book… oh yeah, I already did that!

Let’s just leave it at this:

With enough examples gathered together, one might say that I always feel loved! But, since it was very hard to pick just one time to tell you about, I opted for a handful of my sometimes.

Don’t forget your cookie…

Nothing Like Puppy Love…

Bloganuary writing prompt
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

Puppy breath! It’s intoxicating to my senses! I can’t tell you why, because it makes no sense that the breath of dog can reduce me to something akin to Tickle Me Elmo… seriously!

I’ve never experienced this feeling after my toddlers spit up sour milk down my shirt, or my partner ushered forth a burp that shook the rafters.

I have no logical explanation to explain my behavior that always follows those sloppy wet kisses… I just know that the smell of a puppy’s breath transports my emotions to a place that nothing else really compares. While I might joke about the bottling and selling of puppy breath, somehow, I don’t think it would elicit the reaction and response that I experience, unless the puppy were included… and that is too expensive to successfully sell. Plus when the puppies chewed your favorite slippers or pooped on your pillow, I do not do returns or refunds… sorry!

Here, have a cookie…