Waking up in the morning with the sunlight penetrating through the Venetian blinds...having the wind gently flow through the curtains. I'm curled up in my bed, with my down comforter tucked in all around me. One on side of my head, is a mountain of pillows. I look over to my other side...and there he is. My Angel. Perfect complexion, beautiful smile, gorgeous eyes. I lean in and gently kiss his cheek, and whisper, "I love you."
However, reality strikes me as my incessantly-shedding golden retriver jumps on the couch to wake me. I realize my arm has been asleep for quite a while, and my left side hurts. I wake up, brush the fur from the pillow, and proceed to go to the bathroom where I spot his presence. "How," you might ask? Easily. Just look at the side of the toilet. Poor soul never has been able to see that good at night.
After using a stained T-shirt, and some handsoap, I clean up the dried urine--and proceed back into my living room. I stub my toe on the corner of the coffee table, cuss, and lay back down on the couch...I can't get to sleep!!!
That blasted snoring!!! I throw a pillow to the lump on the floor, having it land on his head. The snoring has been muffled for a while. That is, until Rocky comes in wanting to play! He nudges the pillow away from his head, and starts licking his face.
I shoo the dog away, turn to the floor, and see him. Scruffy, crooked teeth, his white t-shirt stained yellow from his body sweat--his pillow is inundated with drool, his hair is messed, his face covered in doggy kisses...
He continues to snore...yawns, farts...and stretches. He opens his eyes...and falls back asleep!!!
I kick him in his side, and he grabs my foot, causing me to topple to the floor, hitting my side on the coffee table. Swearing, I roll over to him, facing him.
I run my fingers through his thinning hair, and scratch his scalp.
He yawns--and open his eyes--and my gag reflex fully-activates, due to his morning breath. He smiles. Those crooked teeth!!!
I'm in love with those crooked teeth. He farts, and I laugh.
"Good morning," he says.
And, through the morning breath, through his drool, through the doggy kisses...through all his imperfections, I lean in, and I kiss him.
Romance is: Having the ability to dream.
-- Edited by Darrel at 09:11, 2006-06-28
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That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.
meeting your loved one at the door after they have had a hard day at work, leading them to the easy chair, removing their shoes and socks, and giving a foot massage.
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Be yourself!!! Don't try to fit into someone else's mold, you won't fit!!! And that just leads to utter misery!!! Live life to it's fullest in Christ's love every day!!!
writing little notes expressing your feelings to the one you love.
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Be yourself!!! Don't try to fit into someone else's mold, you won't fit!!! And that just leads to utter misery!!! Live life to it's fullest in Christ's love every day!!!
just sitting on the couch next to your love, just sharing quiet time together.
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Be yourself!!! Don't try to fit into someone else's mold, you won't fit!!! And that just leads to utter misery!!! Live life to it's fullest in Christ's love every day!!!
Be yourself!!! Don't try to fit into someone else's mold, you won't fit!!! And that just leads to utter misery!!! Live life to it's fullest in Christ's love every day!!!
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