Love is the Rain the Feeds the Soil of my Home
The More I get my life back the more I look around and discover I am surrounded by love. So much love. Love is a funny thing because it comes in many shapes and sizes. I have the deep and enduring love of my husband. This love is full of acceptance for the person I am and am evolving. He accepts me for my flaws and my mistakes and loves me all the more for them. He thinks I am beautiful despite my low self esteem; he looks at me and all I see is complete adoration and love. I CAN do wrong and I can upset him BUT its okay because that love is there with all its forgiveness and he surrenders to it unabashedly.
Then I have the unconditional love of my dog Rainy Day and my horse Rosie Day. Its innocent and expectant. Nothing is held back. When I come home from work or from getting the mail from across the street Rainy gives me this entire body wag and hurriedly races to her toy box to give me a gift. When I pull up to see Rosie I get a great huge WHINNY with ears straight up and a quivering lip. Pure Joy at my presence.
Then I have that wonderful love of my friends such as Trudy, Eileen, Karen and many others who know me, love me for my flaws and quirks and cry when I cry and laugh when I laugh.
In order for flowers to grow and reproduce, to thrive and to exist they must have rain that not only keeps its cells hydrated but also is a conduit to bring much needed nutrients to the vascular system. The love I receive from my husband, pets and friends is the rain that feeds my soil…my soul…..the home to all that I am.