better yet, love is too precious

My cat is nuzzling me while I write this, confirming that indeed this is what I'm supposed to be writing about.

I spent some time over at G&B's place yesterday. Armed with food I entered their home afraid that I could offer nothing more.

I'm scared, yet optimistic....Seemed to be everyone's tone.

G cleaned, smiled, rattled off medical terms and kept schedules. I believe that when anyone needed a break they looked at her...calm, caring and aware.

I've noticed that when life becomes traumatic my senses perk up and take notice. Noises seem deafening. Winds seem brutal. Kindnesses seem heaven sent. Love becomes enough.