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Beneath the moon 

in a quiet garden space 

silver light rests 

softly on each place  

A black cat waits 

with eyes that never stray 

watching a bird 

who lifts and flies away  

His fur absorbs the depth 

of endless night 

his gaze is fixed 

upon her fleeting flight  

She cuts the sky 

with wings both strong and free 

and takes his heart 

where it can never be  

Her song drifts down 

like something almost true 

a sound that makes his longing 

feel brand new  

He knows her world 

is air and open sky 

while his is earth 

where shadows slowly lie  

She was not meant to land 

or stay too long 

he was not built 

to join her song  

So, in that garden 

still beneath the moon 

he loves a dream 

That vanished far too soon. 

No matter my age…as I close yesterday’s page

and today begin the next chapter in my life book…

I am grateful for being able to find love

and joy

and wonder

everywhere I look.

May we all be blessed to understand…
and please make no mistake
when it comes to love in this world…
there is a give and take.

How we are placed upon this world to love and be loved…
To feel…to express…to live it…
And how….for one of us to receive love…
one of us must also give it.

So watched something tonight about bumblebee tights.

Realized that in 53 years no one ever gave me bumblebee tights except my mom and older sister. 

No lover, no partner,  no spouse. 

The question I asked myself is what are my bumblebee tights at this age?

Is it food? Is it security? Is it love? Is it being held? Is it flowers just because? Is it my favorite bath and body works scents? Is it certain candles?

I'm 53 not 23. 

What are your bumblebee tights?

I am grateful for understanding 

when it comes to my friends and family

Any love I’ve ever felt deeply

will always be a part of me.

May we be blessed to understand 

Love is a continuous journey…

but with love…

on every road we take

Along the way we get to enjoy 

all the detours that we make.

“I noticed you two are always holding hands everywhere you go?

Why is that? ”Their granddaughter asked.  “I’d really like to know.”

Grandma and Grandma smiled…Grandpa was the first to say,

“The reason we hold hands…goes back to that very first day. 

when I told your Grandma I loved her,

I was afraid of what she might do…

But when she looked at me, she smiled and said

“You know…I love you too.”

“Hold my hand is all I could think to say..

because I knew if she wasn’t holding my hand

I could have easily floated away.”

“But you’ve been married for 40 years!” Their granddaughter said.

“I guess I don’t understand…why after all these years

are you two still holding hands?”

Together they looked at their granddaughter

and as the wrinkles on his face turned red…

Grandpa looked into Grandma’s eyes and smiled…

“Same reason.” was all he said.

We have spent a lifetime developing an understanding of our heartstrings…

discovering our happiness, our love, and our enjoyment…in all the little things.

Things like popcorn at the movies, falling leaves, kind words, 

banana pudding, chocolate ice cream, the singing of the birds.

Puppies…singing in the shower, counting all the stars,

holding hands, family dinners, eating peanut butter from a jar.

Flying kites, reading a good book, doing something totally unplanned

Climbing a mountain, eating s’mores, 

walking near the ocean with our bare feet in the sand.

Butterflies, ladybugs, rainbows, the shape of clouds up in the sky

Hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day…chasing fireflies.

Cookies warm out of the oven…the smile of a bride as she walks down the aisle 

Children, grandchildren, root beer floats…a hug, a kiss…a smile.

Since we continue to discover new little things with every dawn

It makes sense that our list of little things…goes on and on and on.

And to this list today…with a happy heart…this joyous news we bring…

born yesterday (November 15th) into our family…our newest little thing.

Her name is yet to be determined but I’m happy to report 

baby girl, proud Mom and Dad are doing great.

She is 18.8 inches tall…and I’ll have to leave you guessing

because one never asks a lady…even a little lady… 

to tell us of her weight….

And as new great-grandparents…also just born yesterday

when it comes to Deborah and me…

we are over the moon with excitement…as happy as can be!

Speaking for the other great-grandparents, grandparents, parents

aunts and uncles who were also born yesterday….

we are all so happy little one…you decided to come our way.

One look at your face, baby girl, tells us you were worth the wait…

and reminds us when two people fall in love…

the kind of magic and the beauty 

true love can create.

I am grateful to have lived the kind of life 

in a love that has paid dividends….

To have grown old with the woman I love

sharing memories of a lifetime 

on adventures with my family and friends