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loving and cute

she said. Are you in love with me, Mom?

Yes, Honey. Kiss kiss kiss all over her sweaty little head.

I would never try to kill you, Mom.

Um, what? Sometimes children are a little scary. Ask Stephen King. He knows!

Oh,it is love from the first time I set my eyes upon yours thinking “Oh, is it love?”

Oh,dear
It’s been hardly a moment
And you are already missed
There is still a bit of your skin
That I’ve yet to have kissed
Oh say, please do not go
When you know, oh you know that I must
Oh say, I love you so
You know (oh) you, oh know you can trust
We’ll be holding hands once again
All our broken plans I will mend
I will hold you tight so you know
It is love from the first
Time I pressed my hand to yours
Thinking, “Oh, is it love?”

Oh,dear,
its been hardly three days yet
And I’m longing to feel your embrace
There are several days
Until I can see your sweet face
Oh say, wouldn’t you like to be older and married with me?
Oh say, wouldn’t it be nice to know right now that we’ll be
Someday holding hands in the end
All our broken plans will have been
I will kiss you soft so you know
It is love from the first
Time I pressed my lips against yours
Thinking, “Oh, is it love?”

Oh, your heart may long for love that is more near
So, when I’m gone these words will be here
To ease every fear
And dry up every tear
And make it very clear
I kiss you and I know
It is love from the first
Time I press my lips against yours
Thinking, “Oh, is it love?”

Oh it is love from the first
Time I pressed my lips against yours
Thinking, “Oh, is it love?”

I kiss you and I know
It is love from the first
Time I set my lips against yours
Thinking, “Oh, is it love?”

She drove up to the door, rolled his wheelchair over to him, and helped him inside. I was bored in the waiting room so I watched them. She was wearing shorts and had a nice figure for an elderly lady. Slender, with a short, sassy haircut. He looked less lively. His shoulders were stooped and I noticed he only had one leg. I wondered if it was hard for her caring for him like that, both of them reaching the later years of their life, and wondered whether it had become like a chore to her, if she did it out of deep, lasting love or obligation. I settled on deep, lasting love. The companionable kind of love, long after the passion is gone but at the point where one cannot live without the other. Really, you hear about that, how one dies and a few months later the other one follows.

After they signed in, she rolled him back outside to wait. When they called my name, the technician told me it would be another 15 minutes so I went out to my car to get something. On the way back in, I heard “That’s a pretty dress you have there.” It was the old man. I smiled at him and said thank you. I don’t know why I wore a dress today. I rarely do. But it was a good choice because later, when they called me in, I wouldn’t have to get undressed for the ultrasound. I don’t remember why I turned away from the door and stayed outside with the old couple, but I did. They were cute together. She told me she brought him outside so he could smoke, with a tone like he was a little boy doing something naughty, and he said, “Only bad habit I have!” I laughed at them and asked her how long they’d been married. “Two years,” she said. Still practically newlyweds! I felt a big smile open on my face and I asked her how they met. She told me she met him at a rehabilitation center where she was taking care of someone. He’d just had his leg amputated and she said he wouldn’t leave her alone, swept her off her feet, and she couldn’t resist him. She told me she’d been celibate eleven years and had decided she was happy without a man in her life, that she didn’t need one. But then she met him. “Life works out like it’s supposed to,” she told me. I needed that today. :)

Less than three

now what?

get my shite together by listing threm out and doing them