There are moments when I love my life so much that the joy is almost painfully overwhelming.
These moments happen every day. They’re the moments when I’m in love with the world and with the beauty all around me — and more than anything else, with the people and things which I’ve chosen to love.
Tuesday evening, Lucy rode with me to get gasoline for the car. She loves her little car trips and she seems to be happy to be close to me. The photo above is her sitting in my seat while I was outside filling the car‘s tank.
As we headed back home, Lucy put her head on my right shoulder and nuzzled my neck. She was happy and wanted to be close. As I reached my right hand up to rub the fur of her head, I felt filled with love for her — and love for the joy of this moment of being with her.
It’s those shared moments of love and gratitude and pure joy which I most miss about having the love of a partner in my life.

If you can’t change your life story, that narrative will become destiny
I haven’t learned to stop walking on eggshells around angry people
Can I talk myself into not wanting great things I fear I’ll never have?
It’s odd how ‘choice’ can mean ‘no choice’ with the state involved
If an election can destroy your life, your priorities are out of whack
On this website’s 10th birthday, I’m planning for the next decade
Against all rational choice of will, an old hunger in my heart returns
Why do we ‘need’ the newest thing? Is that where people get their joy?
Shouldn’t you believe everything you see posted on social media?