Dreams have a funny way of making
themselves known
eventually.
They evolve over time.
Some recur—
same old, same old.

Some days I am fascinated with death
And the life beyond.

But in the now,
Have I told you how much you mean to me?
Have I spelled out my love to you,
recently?
1-4-3 is all it takes—that’s Fred Rogers’
code for I love you.
So simple.

Perhaps we forget that our time here is
fleeting,
The blink of an eye.
It’s easy to forget,
To major on the unimportant—
the urgent, the crisis.

But for a moment, let me remind you
of the easy things.

Watching the sunset together
in silence.

Holding your hand as we walk
The neighborhood.

Sinking into your chest
as your arms surround me,
feeling safe and protected.

So much easier than fixing rooves;
Easier than clearing out the basement;
Easier than washing dishes.

Our lives are made up of thousands of mundane moments—
pure joy.

Lest we forget.

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