It nearly takes my breath away when I consider how many times I have missed this.
Noticing the way he looks -- longingly.
My groom wants his bride. Always.
He wants to escape into togetherness and chooses me to love on.
It's not a fleeting moment or feeling. For him it's so much more.
His eyes tell me I'm special. Accepted. Adored. Treasured.
Words aren't splashed across front covers, they're tucked away in corners.
I need to pay attention to hear his heart -- to notice.
Fear keeps me scrunched tight and makes my ears shrivel closed.
I want to fall into this love, his love. True love.
Yet, I'm still focused on what doesn't matter that I keep myself from receiving.
Brave sets aside self and chooses to see.
"...for five, short, bold beautiful minutes... unscripted and unedited...