Encouraging poems, "slices of life" essays, and anecdotes about everyday living.
Friday, January 21, 2011
My husband just handed me a bouquet of red roses. I asked, "What is the reason?" He very sweetly said, "Why does there have to be a reason?" He is right. Too often we believe there has to be a reason behind every action. Can't we be satisfied knowing that someone just wants to make our corner of the world a little sweeter? Everything doesn't have to be analyzed, scrutinized or sanitized. Thank you, my dear Jim.