It's good to get lost in a book

I've just finished "These is my Words". I hated it to end. And I'm trying to hold back my tears. Even though it is Sarah's story...so much of it applies to us (I think us...maybe just me...but I think us....as women, as people). It's like our journeys are the same...only the details are different.

Young love:

"I must think about something else for a while. But then I remember his warm arms and his big strong legs touching mine and how hard and wide his chest was and how hot his kiss was, and I go outside and feed the chickens. They are getting mighty fat."

Young family:

"My life is so full of wonderful things right now. My children are happy and healthy, my husband loves us truly, and we are about to build a wondrous new house for them to grow up in......Mama told me to make a special point to remember the best times of my life. There are so many hard things to live through, and latching on to the good things will give you strength to endure, she says. So I must remember this day."

Struggles in marriage:

"I wish for the old days. I wish for the struggling days and the days of Geronimo, and the days of birthing Charlie with no one but Jack to help me. How happy and in love we were then. I want to be in love again, but all I feel is darkness and shadows. Everything is changed and different."

Life...as we get older:

"My life feels like a book left out on the porch, and the wind blows the pages faster and faster, turning always toward a new chapter faster than I can stop and read it."

It's nice to find a new book, one you didn't know was out there, to get lost in.