You know when the smoke clears and you allow gratitude to set in you can be amazed at what you find. Faces and lives, some that stay and some that have gone. Moments shared and words spoken that allow you to see the grace of God in it all. Grace, because you know you are not deserving of such gifts. Gifts that others would envy. Gifts in the smiles...in the hearts and loving care that others offer.
I count my blessings in this timeless space. They have names. A handful of names too valuable to fit in a "little black book". They are extraordinary, amazing and phenomenal. They've called me beautiful, sweets, goober and honey...in more than one language. They've shown me understanding, maturity, sacrifice and hope. They've come over to share wine and a light touch. Never being afraid to reveal themselves that true intimacy would be expressed...even for just a moment. I don't care what happens now...they are implanted in my make-up and I find them beautiful. I always will...
This is who I am...this is who I will always be...
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