Saturday, January 4, 2014

Words To Hold Onto

Steven was not the kind of guy who would get mushy with words. I knew this when I married him, but never stopped wanting him to 'go beyond' I love you. Why do you love me? When did you know? What are my strong attributes and why would you miss me if I were gone?

After someone dies, it's easy to talk yourself into believing anything because they are not there to correct you. So, I reflect on all the gifts I put so much thought into and how he never once gushed over even one of them. And he probably never really loved me because he never told me why.

Then I find a note that I never saw before. What is up with that? God is so good. God gives me what I need, when I need it and not a minute before. It's like finding the note from Steven on the iPad after I accidentally deleted all my notes.

The words are: I love you with every fiber of my being and every ounce of heart, self and soul.

I hold on to the words, even though the man who spoke them is gone.


  1. God is so awesome to give you those words when you most needed them I am sure. Praise God he lead Steven to right the words you always wanted to here. I would save that note so it can never be deleted.
    With the issues Jonsey and I are having due to his surgery...I wondered does he really love me. Got a little hummingbird for Christmas that sits on a mirror and on the mirror are the words I love you. Just thought I would share that with you. Made my day. So I know exactly how you have felt about those words.

    1. Thanks Sue. We hold onto every little thing that gives us joy don't we? You hug that hubby for me.

  2. Yeah, Steve was a guy. We don't elaborate too much on the I Love You's or don't respond accordingly to grand gestures but our Love is not any less sincere. We just tend to show it like guys do. But, I know this without question. Steve loved you as much as any man can love his wife. Little gestures like notes and such are not little gestures at all in guy terms. They are quite grand and telling. I promise.

    S. Rice