It was the way the dog food sucked from the can. The noise, that gel like substance which also adds to the sound of the so densely packed horse meat - correct? - when it hits the bowl on the kitchen floor. Anyway, it was the way he captured it.
Today I am grateful for the way it looks, for honesty, for when my hand hits yours or we look at each other and you smile because there was that win we shared. I am ready to see that again. I am grateful for a young man who has goals and dreams and we begin to discover what's feasible. I am grateful to hear how he dares greatly and how he is the man in the arena.
I am grateful for a text, an offer to work together again.
(He's just putting the food in my bowl.)
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