Birthdays And Love

It is one of my
Grandchildren's
birthday today.
So,
for your reading pleasure,
here is a little story about being in love with my wife.
From
September 9th 2016
my
Post
called
I Can Bare The Bitter Cold When We Are Together

*****
I do not know why,

but I really loved that moment when I felt warm with her.

What I mean is,
there was a time,
when the temperature outside was freezing cold

and I had the thermostat in our house turned down because last month's heating bill skyrocketed to the point to where we couldn't pay it.

There was a chill throughout our bodies,
that we couldn't escape.

But I saw salvation.

It was time to go to sleep,

and now I could cuddle up inside,
three blankets which covered our bed.

Ah!
It felt so good.

Then my

Loving Wife

hops in next to me.

The person who has been wearing a parka,

mittens,

and snow boots all day inside our home while holding onto a hot cup of cocoa.

After taking off only here coat,

gloves,

socks,

and boots,

she purposely raps her bitter cold toes around mine.

Again bringing that chill

Up & Down,

throughout my body.

Still,

I pull her close.

Even after her frosty hands hug me in places I think will never be warm again.

But like the

Winter Season

itself,

it will all soon end with the 
Sunshine
from the

Spring

which brings back the warmth,
into her,
my

Sweetheart's Body

and into mine.

It's the

Springtime Warmth

of holding one another

closely.
Under a pile of blankets.

With my mouth slightly opened,
a warm breath is tossed her way,

to the top of her hair,

as I watch her sleep.

I can see in my breath,

a faint mist rise above us,
as I begin to dose off myself.

Then finally,

after fighting the bitter cold for so long together,

we are both warm again inside our
Souls,
our 
Hearts,
and our
Bodies.
It is
Love.
Just by holding one another.

Then,

out of nowhere,

all happiness is shattered,
when that dreaded sound goes off,
and it is ringing in my ears!
It's the
Alarm Clock!
Telling me it is time to get ready for work.
I'll have to leave her alone now,

to hop in a frigid shower.
Once again,
I am cold.

This is,

Remembering Moments Of Love,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” - Edith Sitwell -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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