The one thing I cling to in troubling times besides your love of course. I hold fast to the particular future we hope for. The plans we have made and spoke of hold me together in hard times. I see the finish line hope is the sight. Sometimes my body feels like it fails me. Sometimes emotions get the better of me but hope, my love keeps me going anguish replaced by the blissful grin that only you give. My hope is always us traveling together whether in the camper or motel or apartment. Our cabin when we return to our forever home. Hope is so much when combined with the love we share; darkness flees light presses all darkness away. Our hope is the promise of our love combined, its everlasting, strong and it will prevail with no doubt.

Dedicated to my blissful hope, my beloved Special K