This past week I felt successful. There is always that sneaking suspicion at such times that my best just isn't good enough. I am all too quick to listen to the naysayers at the expense of forgetting the outpouring of support.
But. This weekend. Snug in our burrow, & even out exploring in the snow and Trader Joe's. I realize that I am strong, that I have always been strong. I feel rejuvenated in the light of a man who is strong and noble. I feel honored that he has chosen me. I feel blessed in all things.
What a comfort is the online etymology dictionary!
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