I can never sleep when my beloved is away. Something in my soul is astir and I miss him as I would if my right leg were missing. He is such a strength and foundation- and he has a nice smile and laugh, too. He makes my glass half-full instead of half-empty. His positive outlook and enthusiasm infect me with good things and a desire to be better; to know better; to believe better.
Posted by Rae at August 27, 2004 01:46 AM | TrackBackI can't either.
By the way, I checked out Joan's blog and I thought it very amusing!
Posted by: amy at August 28, 2004 07:15 AMThank you my best beloved. I miss my best friend.
Posted by: R at August 28, 2004 08:25 AMOooooohhhh :D
Amy, we should have them coordinate their absences and get together while they are gone.
Posted by: Rae at August 28, 2004 12:52 PM
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