Cooking Advice


Actions speak louder than words.

With every door opened, hand held, kiss hello, candle lit, breakfast cooked, I feel loved.  He listens.  He asks questions and hears my answer.  He laughs with me.  His lingering hugs are safe and slow.  He is present in that moment and brings a calm over me that I long for each day.

I also need words.

Words are my baking soda.