candlelight

Just when I am feeling sorry for myself.... and I mean REALLY feeling sorry for myself, really IN it, drowning myself in it, swirling around in the gloom and getting lost in the darkness.....

I am greeted by my light.

I wander into the kitchen to find dinner and candlelight and wine.
Cause he knew that it was what I needed.
And we talked and laughed and enjoyed each other's company.

Cause that's what we do.

He is my soft place to land.
My strength and my hope.

My everything.