There she lay, dreaming. Her leg kicks just a little every so often. For a moment I consider what her reality is. Bending over I touch her, she looks at me and I give her a good belly rub. She seems a little short with it so I stand and walk to my sofa, sitting. Moments later she hops up on the over-size lounge, snuggling into the plush arm of it. I look at her and I think, “I Love”.
I will just leave it at that, and it isn’t the first time I’ve noticed. I Love. Not I love Snowy, but, I Love.
It is so beautiful to note that this is truth. It is not really attached to something or someone in particular, (although it is, simultaneously so) but it moves beyond, when you do not name that which you love. You simply move about the day finding things that remind you that you love.