While I’m visiting you.
I look at the clock on my cell phone and wonder how much longer.
It’s not because I don’t want to be there…
I love you.
I really, really do.
~I’m starving and I can’t wait to go eat lunch.~
I usually have this thought less than an hour after handing you a banana and a piece of bread which likely will be your biggest meal all week.
I love you. I really, really do.
I love me… more.
And I pray everyday that God will send you someone better than me.
Or that He’ll send a better me.