last night after watching a 'moment lost, love lost' film, i became fractious and sore, telling tom:
'tom, i never want to be without you'
'thank you darling' said he
'can't you say it back' said i, and he did.
'i'm looking forward to sitting sidebyside with you on rocking chairs, on our verandah, on our farm.' tom then said.
'how old are we?' i retorted
'seventy?' he replied.
'do you mean that?' (me, running nose)
'of course i do' (tom)
my biggest problem is that i never remember. it's as though each new day needs its own declaration, its own reassurance.
pray that i should soon desist from forgetting, and disallow films from wreaking havoc with the conviction of my own life.