Love is fat little cheeks and baby giggles
Steaming chili on the first cold and rainy day of autumn
A fresh pot of coffee that I didn’t have to make.
Love is carrying the groceries in from the car.
And putting them away.
Love is the thunder of little paws headed for the door when the puppies hear the key in the lock.
Love is talking in the kitchen while dinner cooks.
Love is a care package when I’m sick and cranky.
Love is the creases in the folds of old letters stored in a shoebox
–the stories we need to remember.
Love does not alter, when alteration it finds.
Love is the first big snow of the season and a slow walk through the forest.
Hot cocoa with marshmallows, Godiva truffles, and cornbread slathered in butter.
Love is potato soup and rain on a tin roof.
Love gives without giving in.
Empathy Not surrender.
Hope not fate.
Love is a quilt.
Hand stitched, nine stitches to an inch,
Pieced from the old jeans of shared lives.
Clothes hanging on a line in the summer sun
Love is Queen Anne’s lace
In a cobalt blue drinking glass on the scarred wooden table.
Love is a verb, a noun, an adverb and an adjective.
Love is patient.
Love is kind.
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OOO I am ‘unclogged’ this morning! My HP is talking to me Everywhere! I never thought that too, might be love. Old idea viewing HP as other than anthropomorphic, so feelings and having and showing them not so much. Perhaps expand my ideas of what constitutes those expressions… Do you have experience to share?
I’m not sure I understand the question but I have a deep love for my HP laptop.
HP Higher Power
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