I feel loved when I am being cuddled in my mommy or daddy’s arms.
I feel loved when my mommy comforts me when I am sick or unhappy.
I feel loved when my daddy reads me a story.
And when my mommy and daddy keep me safe.
I feel loved when my big brother takes my hand to help me get safely to school.
I feel loved when friends stand up for me and believe in me when others do not.
I feel loved when my husband and best friend of 25 years ever-so-gently but with profound sadness releases me to follow a different life path separate from the one we have been traveling together.
I feel loved when my son calls me on Mother’s Day to tell me he loves me.
I feel loved when my granddaughter and I go on the ski train to WP and play together in the snow.
I feel loved when my grandchildren call me to say, “I love you G’ma Betsy.”
I feel loved when my sister travels half way across the country to help me recover from surgery.
I feel loved when a daughter travels even further to be there when I am having surgery or to share a holiday.
I feel loved when a daughter travels across the country to be with me in time of need or in time of celebration.
I feel loved every night when I go to sleep next to the one I love and every morning when I wake up next to her.
I feel loved when the woman I love marries me
I feel loved when friends want to share our joy.
I feel loved when my life partner wants to grow old with me
and spend the rest of her days with me.
I feel loved when I know that love is who we are.
© 21 October 2013
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