When my heart was broken,
broken by the sight of our children saying goodbye forever to our beautiful dog, I needed someone — a someone who loved the same things I loved and hurt from the same things I hurt from.For the broken heart gives only half a beat.
When my heart was full,
full because our son spent his hard-earned and harder-saved allowance on that dreamed about toy...unwrapped it and shared it with a little boy he scarcely knew, I needed someone — a someone with whom I could witness that holy moment and say "our life has borne fruit."For the joyful heart beats twice as fast,
When my heart was frightened,
frightened by the uncertainty of it all, I needed someone — a someone who would stand guard over the shadows while I slept, never growing tired or giving up.For the married heart must always beat with hope.
Hope needs to be shared.
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