Finding Home in His Playfulness
February 20
George had this really special, playful habit of walking ahead of me, then lifting his right arm directly out to his side, shoulder height, and holding it there as he walked, beckoning me to join him, without looking back. I would giggle and run to catch him, ducking under his extended arm, tucking myself into his body as he would close his arm around me, squeezing me tightly against him. It was a jesture of such closeness and love...two now embraced as one, walking forward without slowing down or missing a step. It was something only we shared, our own secret invitation. I felt so safe and warm and loved. In this scared place, tucked so securely under his warm embrace, I was home. I miss you, George. I miss every moment spent with you. I'll love and honor what you gave me and taught me about love until the end of time.