You were on my mind when I woke up this morning, and Ive been thinking about you all day long, remembering your smile, your voice, the sound of your laughter . . . remembering the little things weve shared and wondering how long it will be before were together again with time to share even more. I cant think of anything or anyone but you today . . . I guess that means Im missing you even more than I usually do.
Love is patient . . . Love waits. It waits for the right moment, the kind word, the gentle touch. It knows nothing of days, hours, and minutes. Love keeps Gods time. Love is kind . . . Love cares. It listens. It smiles. It holds hands and wipes tears. Love makes room for every tenderness. Every day, you remind me how wonderful God meant love to be.
Know what I love? When you do that thing with your tongue. And when you call me that name that no one else knows. Or when you simply hold my hand. When you wake me up in the middle of the night . . . And when you touch me in that place that makes me wild. I love what you do to me.