Finnegan...
It's not often that we get "Do-Over's" so I am going to grant myself this one. It's tough though to know the right place to begin again. I picked this one.
Friday, October 07, 2005
A million times a minute...
Meeting the Owens' Family has definitely changed my life. I am so aware of the way I treat the people I love. I am so thankful that they love me in return. My heart has never been more full of joy than it has been the past 5 days. Still "It" lurks, threatening to invade and trample upon all my re-found happiness. How I ever lost this joy when I have Corbin I can only blame on the demons...they are more than monstrous. They come armed and determined not to leave the battle until they have a promise of winning the War. Sadly, they very nearly succeeded until I stumbled upon a Journal filled with a reminder of the greatest weapon of all, the only weapon needed to fend them off...Love. I was lead to read the lives that changed my own. Strange how one seemingly small thing can alter the course of so many lives. Simply the click of a mouse. Everyone I love has been touched by Richard Owens, even if they have no clue as to his existence, even if they never. They have been touched because I have been so profoundly moved.
I have so many thoughts that I wish to spill upon these pages yet time does not allow me this avenue tonight. Though it stiffles me in a way not many can understand...I am thrilled to not have time...because it means that I have something to do. Something is required of me. I have a duty to fulfill. For the last several minutes I have heard the high pitched squeels of Simon and his friend Alexis as they tear through our home playing hide and seek and emptying out the closet so they can better sit inside it and play. The soft, low grumble coming from my one true love as he sleeps just across the room from me as I sit here has caused me to stop several times just to look at him. He is so beautiful and he doesn't even know it. I can tell just by looking at him that he smells good, he just looks like that kind of man.
The little hand is on the 7 and the big hand is on the 5...that means it is time to take Alexis home.
Thank you a million times a minute Catonya.
Friday, October 07, 2005
A million times a minute...
Meeting the Owens' Family has definitely changed my life. I am so aware of the way I treat the people I love. I am so thankful that they love me in return. My heart has never been more full of joy than it has been the past 5 days. Still "It" lurks, threatening to invade and trample upon all my re-found happiness. How I ever lost this joy when I have Corbin I can only blame on the demons...they are more than monstrous. They come armed and determined not to leave the battle until they have a promise of winning the War. Sadly, they very nearly succeeded until I stumbled upon a Journal filled with a reminder of the greatest weapon of all, the only weapon needed to fend them off...Love. I was lead to read the lives that changed my own. Strange how one seemingly small thing can alter the course of so many lives. Simply the click of a mouse. Everyone I love has been touched by Richard Owens, even if they have no clue as to his existence, even if they never. They have been touched because I have been so profoundly moved.
I have so many thoughts that I wish to spill upon these pages yet time does not allow me this avenue tonight. Though it stiffles me in a way not many can understand...I am thrilled to not have time...because it means that I have something to do. Something is required of me. I have a duty to fulfill. For the last several minutes I have heard the high pitched squeels of Simon and his friend Alexis as they tear through our home playing hide and seek and emptying out the closet so they can better sit inside it and play. The soft, low grumble coming from my one true love as he sleeps just across the room from me as I sit here has caused me to stop several times just to look at him. He is so beautiful and he doesn't even know it. I can tell just by looking at him that he smells good, he just looks like that kind of man.
The little hand is on the 7 and the big hand is on the 5...that means it is time to take Alexis home.
Thank you a million times a minute Catonya.
posted by Sheila | 11:10 AM
1 Comments:
I miss that- watching him sleep. He always asked me to rub his back or scratch his back and I always did the sigh thing -but he knew I really didn't mind. Sometimes I'd keep on as long as an hour after he fell asleep. He was so tired stressed worried rushed exhausted- I hoped maybe by not stopping he would rest a little better.
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