Home Alone

I placed Mrs. Warr's overnight bag in the car, turned and kissed her goodbye.  She was on her way to spend a couple of days with her daughter a couple hours away.

Two hours later, phone rings.  "Hi, Honey.  Just wanted to tell you I got here okay!"

Kissing is pleasant, but that is love.

(No smart-aleck comments today.)

From One Who Cared More

Since all that I can ever do for thee

is nothing

Then this my prayer must be

That thou mayst never guess

or ever see

The all-endured this nothing done

costs me.

Love

is like an hourglass,

with the heart filling up

as the brain empties. -Renard