She’s the most remarkable creature, this girl I’ve married.
From the moment her mind breaks from her slumberous repose into a conscious state, she starts looking for love. looking for something to pour her love into.
If i am here, at the computer, I can feel her mind searching for me, her heart drawing me to her. If I am in the middle of some astounding thought that I simply must write down, and dally for a minute or two, she will be patient.
Should i resist her powers from more than two minutes, she will cry out, “Pookie,” which can be either myself, or our smelly, ragamuffin mop of a dog
By the time I get to the matrimonial bed, she will be frolicking with Pookie, and Huck, who sleeps under the covers, at Marina’s feet
The love is simply spilling out of the room. I am engulfed in it several feet before the door
Yes, I truly am the luckiest man in the world .