The moment they met neither of them knew…

nor could they possibly see…

how meaningful 

how momentous

how forever


that single moment would be

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It’s been said a million times before…but since we know time can be fleeting

‘Take pleasure in the little things’ is a phrase that’s worth repeating.


As an illustration of this point I offer now to you

a day that was filled with little things…little things…times two.


Two people take a morning walk…leaving two sets of footprints in the leaves

along the way they hear two mockingbirds chirping in the trees.


They pass two people walking…their pace a little slow

what’s slowing down their walk is simple…they have two dogs in tow.


Two sets of smiles quietly exchanged in a beautifully natural setting

Two people pause a moment…for two dogs in need of petting.


Two eagles sitting on a pole…it is their normal place for meeting

Two people stop and wave to them…it is their normal way of greeting.


Two smoothies shared for breakfast keeping two people healthy and alert 

Two tuna melts at a cafe for lunch…and two donuts for dessert.


Two people moving silently together…two bodies at Tai Chi

Two people watching TV together…a documentary.


Two people reading in their bed…two people turning out their lights

Two people glad they spent this simple day together…

two kisses…

two good nights.


Two people drifting off to sleep…and as their dreams take wings…

Two smiles on two people’s faces….as they dream of little things


Of donuts, tuna melts, and eagles…of birds chirping in the trees


Of smoothies, dogs and a morning walk leaving footprints in the leaves.

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The gift he gave her on their wedding night before they drifted off to sleep

was a book…an empty book…which she didn’t get to keep.


I will keep this book, he told her and throughout life’s different stages

whenever I shall make you sad…I’ll write it on these pages.


I will record it in this book…indelibly…in pencil or in pen

so I’ll be sure I’ll never make you sad that way again…


It was a beautiful gesture…and she still remembers his look

that night…so many years ago…when he didn’t give her that book.


But life has a way of moving on…like an eagle it takes flight

and she never gave a second thought to the book he mentioned that night.


Until after a lifetime together he was gone…and she was cleaning out his drawer

when she happened on that little book she remembered from before.


It was a little weathered…worn around the edges…she thought as instinctively she sighed…

It’s a little wrinkled here and there she mused…but, you know what…so am I.


And just as he had promised…written in this pad

were the dates and times and reasons he had ever made her sad.


Chronicled together…her heart aching at the sight

were a lifetime of disagreements, little squabbles…little fights.


Completed in his handwriting some in pencil…some in pen

all followed by the same pledge…This will never happen again!


She held the book close to her heart…and shed some silent happy tears

when she realized he hadn’t made an entry 


in over 30 years.

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“The book of you is complicated…

how shall I read it?“ I purred…

“By turning my pages slowly”…she grinned…


“and savoring every word.”

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When her Grandma was alive sometimes they’d sit in her backyard without saying a word.

They’d throw little pieces of bread upon the ground and silently feed the birds.


“Sometimes I get lonely.” Grandma would tell her in a sad and mournful tone.

“But as long as birds are visiting, I never feel alone.”


There were days they lost count of how many birds there were…

It’s just one of the wonderful memories her Grandma bequeathed to her.


She remembered this heading to the car for Grandma’s funeral

“Wait…I’ll only be a minute!” she said

Then she ran back into the house and came out with a loaf of bread.


At the cemetery when the service was completed…she gave Grandma a goodbye wave

then gently sprinkled little pieces of bread quietly upon her grave.


“What are you doing?” her mother whispered as her last little pieces were thrown…


“It’s to remind the birds where grandma is.” she said, “so she’ll never be alone.”

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His vows were sweet and simple

when they became man and wife…

“I will cherish you forever,” he said

“for you are the love of my life.”

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When you look around the world and think we’re in a terrible state

when you start believing love is losing in the battle between love and hate…


here’s a little observation to help to ease your doubt…

just a little something to ruminate about…


‘I love you’ are the first words we hear the instant we are born

the moment we open up our eyes…

and ‘I love you’ are also the last words we hear 

the moment before we die?


Think about it…if ‘I love you’ are the first words spoken as we enter

and before our final scene

could there be any doubt that ‘I love you’

fills up many moments in between?


So the next time you look around the world and think…

we’re in a terrible state…

remember the first and last words spoken to us…

are words of love…


not hate.

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As she noticed her reflection in the mirror…she was frightened and appalled

and as she took a closer look..her tears began to fall.


She had trouble recognizing the person reflected over there

Cancer had made her thin and frail…Cancer had taken her hair.


Her husband noticed her standing there…And said, “I saw you from afar

and I just had to come and tell you how beautiful you are.”


She leaned back into his arms saying, “I’m not as beautiful I fear…

as when you fell in love with me…but, still, it’s nice to hear.”


“It’s true you’re not as beautiful.” he said…

”But that’s because you’ve found a way

in all the years I’ve known you…to be more beautiful every day.


It’s why when I look at you when we awaken…it’s easy for me to say

you are more beautiful this morning than you were yesterday.


Then he held her tightly in his arm…and whispered in her ear

words that eased her sadness…words that mollified her fears…


“In all the years I’ve known you…I’ve admired from afar

how warm and kind and wonderful…how beautiful you are…”


“Nothing can take from you what has taken you a lifetime to instill…

nothing can steal your beauty…


nothing ever will.”

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It was their special way to say goodnight…he’s not sure when it started

or how they began to use it whenever they departed…


When he was young at bedtime she’d lean down and kiss his forehead…

as she had done the night before

“I will miss you while I’m sleeping.” he’d say

then she would whisper… “But I will miss you more”.


It’s funny how a little thing like that…a little thing you hear or see

when done with so much love…imprints in your memory.


Even as a teenager when sons and mothers sometimes fight

all would be forgotten when she came to say goodnight


When she leaned down to kiss his forehead…

as she had done the night before

When he said, “I will miss you while I’m sleeping.”

and she’d whisper… “But I will miss you more.”


Even when he grew up and left the house… even the older he became

after every visit together their message was the same:


She would kiss him on his forehead as they stood by her front door

“I will miss you while I am away.” he’d say.

Then she would whisper… “But I will miss you more.”


Then came the day no parent and child wants…

a day with tears filling up his eyes

when he sat beside her on her bed…

when he came to say goodbye…


He took her frail hand in his and they sat in silence for a while.

She opened her eyes and for a moment between them passed a smile…


Then he leaned over and kissed her forehead…

as she had done so many times before….

“I will miss you while I’m sleeping.” she said


and he whispered… “But I will miss you more.”

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