Good analogy about the kids. You're right. My love for them is unconditional. I'm stuck on the word "choice". One gift W gave me is the power and beauty of words. She eats them like a rich chocolatey dessert. I never put much into them until the past few years. The word choice hangs there for me. I loved my children from the very first moment I held them. It wasn't a choice. It was an overwhelming desire. I never wanted kids. They weren't in my DNA make up. But I would give my life for mine.
I fed my W's love in a way I knew how. She did the same. Not an excuse( well not anymore). Just a fact. I'm in sales so I talk a lot but in truth I don't say much. ( kinda a key for sales). I carried that back to the M. And I kept every single emotion carefully packed inside a box. I was an "actions speak louder then words" kinda guy and thought May actions were screaming " I Love You".
