I love words! I always have!
I was the bookworm-ish 10yr old reading Wuthering Heights and getting lost in the words of love being spoken. I am also the person that adores to be told by a loved one that I matter, am cherished, and loved. Although I am a bit of a mix of love languages…words at times can speak volumes and crack my heart right open. 

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I’m lying on my floor and doing some journaling work before heading off to bed tonight. 

I am deeply concentrating and releasing as I write when my cat Athena comes over. Plops down on my journal and begins to meow. I promptly remove her and carry on. Then she lies down beside me and rolls to show me her stomach and continues to rub her head against my hand. She is now begging and I mean begging cat style for attention. 

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