I’m sitting here with my coffee gazing at the view outside my window. The sun is getting ready to rise, the night is slowly fading away and the tree I do not want anyone to cut down is HANGING ON to the vine that is keeping it from falling over. As I stare it, it’s like my life right now. We are HANGING ON.
It’s so ironic to look out there and see mother nature feeling the way I do. It’s a small tree. At the base it’s sturdy but it grew in such an odd direction that without the assist of the vine that entangled it, this tree would surely fall and not survive. I feel like I’m the vine and my husband is the tree that needs me to help him HANG ON.
The tree seems like just a bare tree with no hope, but in the spring it still blooms and it’s the most beautiful little tree ever. Everyday I hope Joe will always want to keep HANGING ON and to know that no matter what happens I will always be the vine that holds him up.
Unconditional Love 
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