Each morning over our breakfast, sometimes crunching Honey Nut Cheerios, sometimes munching sausage biscuits, we watch the island appear in the darkness.
The forested haven for eagles seems suspended in space on an almost indistinguishable line barely separating the dark water from the brightening sky.
From our comfortable couch in the darkened room where we cuddle together beneath the cover and no words are spoken and no sound is heard except that of a spoon against the bowl, ever so slowly pictures yet to be hung and windows yet to be washed come into view.
I smiled when I saw it.
The top of the Cheerio box with the love-shaped morsel of hearty goodness, qualified with an available one-time-only, abbreviated offer.
That’s what the woman is whose heart beats next to mine.
She is high in demand; hard to find; valuable, desirable, collectable.
She is unique, special, and rare.
She’s a limited edition.
She is irreplaceable.
And she is mine.
Two hearts beating as one. 💞
When I read this loving piece, I thought one of us had written it. So happy to hear when others share our kind of love. You eat the same kind of cereal we sometimes share (Paul also likes Trader Joes Maple Pecan). Our lovely view out one side of our house is that of swaying cone filled fir trees, with little furry visitors from time to time. The other, from the front is the fluttering of Quaking Aspen with another fir behind that. It is as if we live in a tree house. Your placemats on the table look just like ours!
It’s refreshing to see that someone else takes the time to be kind, helpful and loving with another. Aren’t we lucky?