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If your a little shy but you’d like to tell someone what’s in your heart…

A pencil and a piece of paper…is a pretty good place to start.

May we be blessed to teach our children about love

and to the words of Mr. Rogers keep returning…

By giving our children the chance in life

to practice what they’re learning.

Working in a bookstore gives me a unique perspective which I never had before.

I get to see the world through the people who come in and out the store.

It’s like I’m on a riverbank…where the ceiling is the sky

and where I get to glimpse at all the people floating by.

I’ve seen every size and shape and color of families…of this I have do doubt

from my spot upon the riverbank…as they flow in and out.

I’ve seen every size and shape and color of couples…on the river…holding hands 

and from my spot upon the riverbank I’ve come to understand

how a heart without restrictions is a wonderful sight to see…

How beautiful love is…when the heart has been set free.

I love seeing all the sizes and shapes and colors of families and couples…everywhere I look…

I love how sometimes they wave…

sometimes they talk with me…

and sometimes…they even buy a book!

Which is why I love to sit on the riverbank in the bookstore

looking out on the world I see…

and why I don’t listen to people who want to tell me how the world should be.

I’m perfectly happy here on the riverbank…because from here it’s easy for me to see

the world as it really is…

the world as it was created to be.

May we all be blessed to grow old in love…

doing so can certain fears assuage….

Although Age does not protect us from love

As Anais Nin says:

Love, to some extent, protects us from age.

He asked her to teach him about her music 

because there was so much he didn’t know.

He asked her to teach him about her music…

because he knew she loved it so.

So she shared within everything she knew

and slowly he came to know… 

what was special about her music…why she loved it so.

Soon he felt her love of music inside his own heart grow

And it wasn’t long until he smiled and said…

“I love your music so”.

For years they listened to the music together…

wherever they would go.

And anyone who knew them knew…how they loved their music so.

One day she asked as they were sitting

listening to the music playing low…

“Remember when you asked me to teach you about my music all those years ago?”

“Something I’ve been wondering lately…that I’d really like to know…

was that because you knew I loved my music so?”

“There are two parts to my answer.” He smiled.

“Both parts I’d like for you to know.

Yes, It was because you loved your music…

but, more than that, it was because I loved you so.”

She had always loved him…

And through the years she loved watching their love grow…

But in that moment she remembered

why she loves him so."

He often thought…she’s like a flower.

He marveled at how she always found a way 

to welcome in the sunlight and add her color to the day.

He often thought…she’s like a flower.

The way she shares her beauty with all the other flowers… and the trees.

He loves to watch her joy as she dances in the breeze.

He often thought…she’s like a flower.

for every day he finds…not only is she beautiful

but she’s soft, loving and kind.

He often thought…she’s like a flower

because with just the smile on her face

She not only brightens up his life but makes the world a better place.

But he came to realize she IS a flower…as the years progressed

as demonstrated by all the insects that land on her to rest.

For insects have been created with the instinctive power

to search for, to recognize, and to seek out only flowers.

So he knows she has to be a flower…this he’s come to understand

every time a ladybug lands upon her hand.

Yes, he knows she has to be a flower…perhaps a daffodil or a rose 

every time a butterfly rests upon her nose.

And now he only thinks of her as a flower…

who blooms every day anew…

After all:

If the ladybugs and the butterflies believe it…

he knows it must be true.

May we all be blessed (as we often say in the poetry biz)

Not only to fall in love

but

to understand how precious that love is.

There are all kinds of love and ways to love in this world

from the moment you arrive until the moment you are gone…

There’s your love for one another, your love for family and friends, 

There are loves so precious to you…you hope they never end.

There’s your love for your God, your pets, for food, for the Earth

for the animals…from the dolphins to the fawns…

from the mountain to the rain, to the rivers to the sunsets…

the list goes on and on….

And while you’re on this Earth…before you float to the heavens above

nothing is more precious…more amazing…more beautiful…than love.

When it comes to people…once you’ve found your precious love

there are two things you need to do…

Never let another person’s hate make you feel your love is wrong…

or that there’s something wrong with you.

And if that love is truly precious to you…nurture it ever day

never let it go…or do something to throw that love away.

For a precious love, if you allow it, can change you down to your core

It can help you be a better person then you ever were before.

And, if you treat that precious love as precious, often you will find

It’s so abundant that when you do float off to heaven

You’ll have more than enough love to take with you…

and more than enough to leave behind.

And even when you’re no longer physically here

wouldn’t it be nice to know

the people you left behind are holding on to your precious love

and will never let it go

Today we drove from Quebec City to Vermont and as more and more memories we collect

time together on the road…gives us more time to reflect:

We took a tour of Le Chateau Frontenac it was our last night there to dwell

and with 131 years of history…she has some stories to tell.

One story that we loved…took place years ago…in June

about a young couple who came to this hotel…on their honeymoon.

This young couple stood at the head of this double staircase 

and…wanting to create a memory that was truly theirs

decided to make a wish…while each descended different stairs.

They decides to meet at the bottom…

and ,once their wishes were made, knew they’d be remiss…

If they didn’t take that moment to seal their wishes with a kiss.

So they descended the stairs, made their wishes, 

and after sealing them with a kiss too.

promised never to reveal their wishes to one another…

lest those wishes would not come true.

Skip ahead 60 years…for their anniversary 

their children decided to send them back

to the place where their life together began…Le Chateau Frontenac.

Where at the top of the same double staircase…60 years delayed

they decided to reveal to one another…the honeymoon wishes they had made.

It turns out they both made the same wish…as those 60 yers flashed back…

to make a life together and some day, if they’ were lucky…return to Le Chateau Frontenac.

Today people who are told that story are encouraged to make a wish

while descending the stairs…and not to be remiss…

when they get to the bottom…to meet…and seal their wishes with a kiss.

Deborah and I thought this was a great idea…we descended the stairs,

made our wishes…kissed…even let out a few cheers…

And if you want to know what we wished for…

we’ll meet you at the head of a double staircase in Le Chateau Frontenac

in another 60 years.