I’m reading a book. Shocking, I know, given that I haven’t really done that in some years. But this book is quite something, and it bears reading again and again (this is probably my third reading).
The book is Notes
to Each Other, and it’s written by a couple (Hugh and Gayle Prather) who have committed to living out
their lives together, no matter what. This isn’t fiction, but it is the stuff
that fantasies are made of—except, of course, that it’s real. It’s oh-so lovely.
And I’m happy I stumbled across it tonight as I was cleaning some extraneous
stuff out of my world.
Not far into it, there’s this gem:
I can’t explain it. All I know is that I’m carrying her with me every second of every day, and celebrating this journey she’s on. I may not be with her, but I couldn’t possibly be closer.




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