I was stressing out about something,
I don't remember what,
something unimportant now but was sapping my energy then.
I was frustrated,
poor French Husband became my focal point,
though he wasn't the reason for my attitude
he certainly was getting my grief as I barked up his tree.
Then something in his eye calmed me.
Thankfully some small goodness in me stopped and held his gaze.
In that brief second, I caught the lifeline back
to the real shore of my being.
I asked for a hug. Sounds simple, sounds corny.
But that hug soothed my rough edges,
putting me back on track.
That is what I love about him he takes my thorns and allows me to bloom.
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