Last night M. and I sat across from each other at the dining room table.
He read his computer book and I read SARK's Succulent Wild Woman. We each had a mug of hot coffee to lazily sip from.
My heart swelled from SARK's colourful and utterly inspirational words and drawings.
I became sleepy-eyed and laid my head down upon the cool surface of the table. I lifted up a page from the book so I could still read her lovely words while I rested my head.
Suddenly I felt the urge to hold his hand within mine. My right hand reached for and gently nudged his hand. He instinctively responded to my touch and wrapped his hand around mine. I still whispered to him, "I want to hold your hand." This hand embrace was felt through my entire body from head to toe. I signed and my words slipped dreamily from my lips, "This feels so good." His hand squeezed my hand even tighter.
No feeling in the world can surpass the feeling of LOVE.