Love.

At Carlsbad Caverns. 

This morning I was asking myself, what do I get out of posting everyday? Then the answer comes. I'm renewing my love and care for Sweetie everyday.

I'm reminding myself, searching for those time, those special moments that made us who we were. That even in those times of anger, instincts in collision, that our love for each other is what kept us together. 

Over the years, there were nights of sleeping on that last inch of the mattress. Then there were nights when we romp on the mattress and all the cares of the world disappeared. There were the quiet nights, the warm nights, the cold nights, and the silent nights. 

We had promised each other that divorce wasn't an solution, thro it was close at times, it never arrived. We spent years investing into each other, tearing down that which was bad, and building that which was good for our marriage. We were and still are, a couple. 

As we go through this time, string one pearl after anther on the good days, and when that not so perfect of a pearl show up, I just add that to the neckless to make the others have something to compare themselves to.

Driver has told me about love, that it is kind, it is gentle, it doesn't hold grudges, it doesn't compete. Love holds dear those that build up, and is gentle with that which wants to tear love down. He says to holdfast that which I can see daily, and to search for love in those rough times. For it is there I can find relief, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.