This Is Love

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If you had told young me…

When she’s 62 she will be a rock hunter in Texas…she would have told you…you…were crazy…but guess what…you aren’t crazy…

Headed to the hill country…where that man of mine went to elementary school…walk down memory lane…walk down…dry…Comanche Creek…always stay in the cutest little cabin…out in the middle of nowhere…no internet…no tv…it’s quiet…very very quiet…

For three days…we walk the river beds…the fields…in search of topaz…quartz crystals…arrowheads…pretty rocks to bring home for the rock bed…

Gloves…shovel…kneeling pad in tow…ready to rock hunt me…is ready…to rock hunt…but what’s crazy…is young me…middle aged me…old me…hates this kind of thing…the heat…the wind…traipsing…traipsing…traipsing…never been outdoorsy…but what’s even more crazy…is not outdoorsy me…loves…this rock hunting trip…

Because this husband of mine…loves…this rock hunting trip…

And so it is…in life…it’s all about…supporting each other…encouraging each other…finding joy…in each other’s passions…cuz when you know that special person of yours is happy…it pretty much…rocks…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…