Saturday, April 12, 2008

 I'm in love with the janitor


The flowers...
The dress you bought me...
The family date...
The kisses...
Your assurances and reassurances as I continually battle comparisons...
The looks across the booth...
The words, spoken and unspoken..
Waking up to you smiling at me...
Giving me the morning off...
Making us deliciouis bagel sandwiches for breakfast...
Mopping my floors while I was out shopping...
And that just documents the last 24 hours.
I don't feel like I deserve this kind of love. The way you love me reminds me of another love. A greater love. There is nothing we can do to make God love us more and nothing we can do to make God love us less. Although in our humanness we can't even come close to that kind of love, your love has pointed me to Him over and over.

1 comment:

mamachristina said...

Wendi, this post brought tears to my eyes. I have a wonderful husband like that and appreciate those things so much. I love your writing style.