My wife.

I was just sitting here this morning thinking about the love I have for my wife. the romantic-feelings and aspect is there, yes, but more than that the commitment and lifestyle of love that I have for her is more predominant.

a bit of prose that came to me in that thoughtful moment of reflection:
In the day when the sun rises and the showers fall, the corn creeks and grows while the stillness of the farm overwhelms. To stand on the porch and watch, hear, and enjoy as my imagination continues; the love of my wife and the love for my wife envelops me like a home made blanket on a cold wintry day.

just thought I would share, especially since I hadn't blogged in a few months. a pouring of my heart seemed appropriate.