When I close my eyes I see the sunny meadow...
I can feel the tall grass as the blades tickle my fingers...
The Sun is warm on my face and hands as the wind blow softly through my hair...
With the breeze comes a rancid dew, but memorable nonetheless...
I see the faces of our children...
Oh, how happy Maggie was when you broke down and got her piano lessons... and how brave Brandon was when he first learned how to swim...
The bills have piled up but the store keeps us afloat...
You drive an old rusted Chevy but you love that truck and it starts everytime...
We had dog for many years...
A miniature Applehead Chihuahua named Chichi but she died In my Mothers arms when we moved to Phoenix...the heat was just too much for that poor little thing...
I don't think you ever got over that...
And your mother still hates me for it...
Your father has long-sense forgave me and approved...
But in his own way...
And your friends envy you so...
They are amazed we fit together like we do... and they are jealous of a passion that still burns like the forest in Autumn...
But I know it can also be hard at times...
Its been rocky on occasion but...