Counting, counting, counting....

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Blessings are all around me. Healthy beautiful children. I adore them and all they bring to my life. I am rich with people that love me. I have friends that think of me on a daily basis and want only the best for me. I have a husband that I cant put into words the impact he has had on my life. I still get an excited butterfly in my belly when he least expects it. His eyes are golden brown, sparkling deep rich bronze. They see through me and into me. I cried last night, cried hard and long. He held me, rubbed my back and kissed my neck. Whispered in my ear he loves me and will always love me. I curled into his arms and pulled my knees up and he wrapped himself around me. The most lifechanging thing ever said to me I believe are his words of "You are my life" I puzzled and he repeated. My life is with you and about you and what we are together. I want to be with him, He makes me laugh hard. Love hard and I trust him. I can close my eyes and smell him when he is gone. I wear his shirts and anything that has him on it. I look at our son togehter and lose my breath when I recognize his dimples and wide eyes. We made this child together and I adore them both.
My daughters are the women that I had dreamed of. Different from oneanother but all the characteristics of peoiple I love.
Thank you God for the opportunity to Love and Be Loved by magnificent people. I could not or would not hurt so bad at the loss of my father if he wasnt all that he was. I lost the anchor to my past but the memories remain. My brothers remember and appreciate what we are and what we have. That cant be taken away.

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