This was me just 11 years ago, at age 40, in 2007, days before I gave birth to the youngest. Holy shit, I’ve really aged since then. Stress tends to do that.
When I prayed for someone to love me God sent me Buddy, and when He sent him:
He sent someone to love me unconditionally.
He sent me a best friend.
He sent me a great listener.
He sent me the perfect companion.
He sent someone who will never “out-grow” cuddling.
He sent me a reason to get up every morning.
He brought light, joy,and love into my life.
He sent someone to love me when no one else would.
He sent me a friend that is loyal and will never hurt or betray me.
He gave me someone to dote on.
He gave me someone that needed me.
He gave me someone who loves me just as I am and doesn’t care what I look like, how much I weigh,how smart I am,how much money I have, what I’ve achieved, or that I’m crazy.
He sent me an example of pure selfless love.
He ended my loneliness and longing for love and friendship.
He gave life meaning again.
He gives me a reason to keep going each day.
He sent me my soulmate, only in animal form.
He sent someone who “gets” me.
He sent me a friend that will never wake up one day and suddenly decide he doesn’t like me anymore.
He sent someone to keep me company and someone to talk to.
He sent a friend to comfort me.
He sent someone that would return my love and not reject it.
He sent someone to make me smile and laugh.
He sent someone who misses me when I leave and is happy to see me when I return.
He sent me someone who loves me more than they love themselves.
He sent someone to love.
He sent LOVE.
Thank you, God.