You are not my everything, but you sure are something.
You do not complete me, I am made complete by many, many people and things, mostly God, but you fit perfect beside me.
You are not responsible for my happiness but I am very happy being married to you.
You are not my soul-mate although, so often I feel one with you.
Yes, I could survive and live without you if I had to, but I choose to live with you and I am so glad that I do.
The look on his face, the painful halting pause in his voice, the tremendous effort he made to speak without crying, it all stays with me as I recall his story. “Twenty seven years ago I bought my little girl Christa, my only child, a puppy…”
I spent the morning in rehab.
I presented from Ira Byok’s book, The Four Things That Matter Most, to a group of women yesterday.
His four things are, the importance of telling people:
1. I love you 2. Thank you 3. Forgive me 4. I forgive you
I have been working out M-F at a gym near my office. I get up at 5 a.m. drive into Madison in the dark and work with a trainer for an hour. Then in a mad dash I shower, dress and boogie over to my office which fortunately is only 10 minutes from the gym.