When She roams into the room I gaze up.
Even if My eyes never come unglued from my book, in my mind I acknowledge Her presence.
When She is revealing Her day to me I listen.
Even if I never turn down the volume to the ball game on the radio, I feel the dramatization resonate through the airwaves.
I will be the first to confess that I am not the most prudent , heedful of a person.
I have no justification for this.
I am every bit of a selfish, self-indulgent jerk, that I have ever known.
….You always seem to assure me, through your sheltering and refuge all through my day, that I am of no such thing.
On my knees I can only assemble the courage to pray and say…
“have I told you lately that I love you?”
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