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or read today’s memoir:

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Life, actually…

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THOSE THINGS YOU DO

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Love is so complicated. Too complicated to explain.

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Yet, there is nothing so simple and pure as love.

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Go figure.

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One temporarily wise man put it this way, ”To write a love letter we must begin without knowing what we intend to say, and end without knowing what we have written.” Was Jean Jacques Rousseau onto something? Or was he just as confused as I?

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This much I do know. One brief shard of wisdom cannot explain or interpret the subject of Love. It takes a lifetime of effort. For example:

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I love the sound of your snores…they remind me that you are breathing and alive and beside me in the welcoming night.

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I love the way you have full confidence in our children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. You know they will prevail and survive and make you proud and prouder each day.

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I love the way you move about the kitchen in a kind of fragrant, choreographed performance

 

I love the polite way you alert me to the fact that I am cluesessly smacking noisily on potato chips. You know that I have potential and that I could employ it more often.

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I love the way you remain placid in the face of impending troubles. I calm down within your composure.

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I love the way you look up at me and politely request a hug. Or two.

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I love the way you smile ear to ear when you beat me at Scrabble.

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I love the way you refuse to park in a handicapped space just in case other handicapped people need it worse than you.

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I love this life with you. What a remarkable journey

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© Jim Reed 2023 A.D.