Wade's lunch has been created - a turkey and salami made to order hoagie with pepper jack cheese and banana peppers. Lean chicken and fresh veggies stewed in no sodium chicken broth await Joel Keith and the scent of baking banana bread fills the kitchen. Food is one of our many love languages.
My husband and I joke that I never said "obey" when I said my vows. He says that I did. I am certain that I said "love, honor and cherish". It's okay; I do what he tells me to - sometimes. His words from Wednesday offer a welcomed challenge, though - I do so want to love the ones I have to love - and love them well.
Taylor posted this the summer before her senior year of high school. As far away as heaven can feel sometimes, it is truly always within reach. Our neighbor, Aimee, who grew up with Taylor, finds long-time-ago facebook posts at least once a week and shares them or "likes" them so they end up in my feed. She posted this the other day. It's another great kind of love - to remember and share.