It is now 6-½ years married to my wife and the feelings have not subsided. I understand her better and enjoy her company and look forward to a short vacation starting next weekend. Meanwhile, I wanted to repost this in honor of my wife as we come into another Valentine’s Day.
To my dear wife: I feel a rolling warmth through my being every time I put your hand in mine. First I feel connected to you and then surrounded by you. Why should this be if I am claustrophobic? I ride elevators taking in all the oxygen there is so I can sigh a long prayer all the way to my destination floor. Yet, when you touch me I feel closed in and safe.
Even if your hand is sweaty from working out or warm because of a hot flash, I still want to squeeze it because it is you, and you squeeze back.
When you come home from work, I want to touch your shoulders and rub away the tension and my missing you.
I feel a thrill when I wake up in the morning and realize you are there. Even during the night if I wake and hear…
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