Phillip and I are rapidly approaching our 13th year of marriage and boy do I feel lucky. I got very nostalgic about it a couple of nights ago when I remembered how my dad cried when I went from his arms into Phillip's. I suppose I'm only a few years away from having to release my own children to their spouses. Every time Eliannah dresses up in her bridal costume my heart skips a beat.
I watched a man die a bit today
when I reached out
but not for you
I barely saw the hand that you withdrew
but I knew.
Caught up in my dreams
I sent out my twice sent dove
and it took to it's branch and nest
and found a home
and found it's rest
My heart, not driven from my home
Found a heartbreak all it's own -
The joy of love like breaking dawn
that rises hopefully and moves on
and drops to rest
to gloriously rise again each day.
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