Even the word is somehow....
I envision soft blankets
A cushion or two
Or six or seven.
The sound of waves pounding on the beach...
or at the very least a stream.
Family, or very close friends.
At least one little one who doesn't mind snuggling up.
My boys don't mind at home
But draw the line in public.
Back to the little one
Who cuddles in close
Cheek to cheek as I breathe in their scent.
Present, but not too fierce.
Warming, but not stifling.
Familiar but not overwhelming.
What have I forgotten?
My very old calendar has this verse for my birthday.
I read it today and smiled.
The Lord will guide you always;
He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
And will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
Like a spring whose waters never fail.
Oh and don't forget the chocolate!