Offering

Sept. 30, 2008

I can't offer you perfection and sometimes I'm not sure we're going in the same direction. I know sometimes you get blue because of things I say and do. I don't always get it right and sometimes that makes for a long, tough night. But my respect for you grows every day and I belive I can trust you, in every way.

Sometimes the things I say just don't come out right and istead of a kiss it must seem like a bite. When I forget that we don't always think the same you must feel like you've been hit by a train. No matter how it seems I know you work hard to give me all the best and everything you do is because you want me blessed.

I wish I could do and say everything exactly right and never cause you to feel like you need to fight or flight. I wish you knew how much I respect you and how I relive all you say and do. I can't offer you perfection, but I offer you respect..... and that I will strive to never neglect.