60 Seconds…

I timed it once actually… the exact amount of time… the time I deliberately took out of my day to take a face I love in my hands, look into those beautiful eyes, kiss the lips and forehead of the one I admire beyond measure, whisper I love you and wrap my arms around them pulling us together so tight… Deep breath in, deep breath out…

The amount of time? 25.98 seconds… 25.98 seconds… That’s all it took… it’s actually taken longer than that for you to even read this…

There are 86,400 seconds in every day…

It takes 3600 seconds to wash your laundry…
It takes 3600 seconds to dry it…
Probably about 2700 to fold it all and put it away… all the while she’s thinking of you… “this is his favorite shirt, I need to make sure I get those jeans washed for tomorrow, he looks so nice in them…”

It takes about 1800 seconds to wash the dishes… his favorite cup included…

Over 3600 to make the meal… “he always likes this recipe…”

It takes about 600 seconds just to make the bed… that she crawled out of many times to check on the precious children you share…

Vacuuming is approximately 1200 seconds… after she folded your favorite blanket and put it on the back of the couch…

I could go on… and on… and on…

An 8 hour work day is 28,800 seconds you spend providing for her and your children…

So that leaves you 57,600 seconds left…

7200 seconds maybe are spent driving to and from work…

That leaves you with only 50,400 seconds…

Chores take another 3600…

Dinner, play time with kids, stories, homework, a little TV maybe, catching up on the news… lets just say 3 hours (10,800 seconds)

36,000 seconds of the day left…

A good 8 hours of sleep will take 28,800 of those valuable seconds…

7200… that’s all you have left… that’s it after you’ve met all the needs, done all the things…

There’s just one thing left… the need to be touched… the aching desire to be loved…

25.98 seconds of feeling loved and being touched just a few times a day can save her from 86,400 seconds of feeling anxious, unwanted, lost and alone… it can save her from the questions that haunt her thoughts, fading in and out of every mundane chore…

To live without touch is torture… and it can drive a person to one of two places; insanity or emotional death…

You’d probably have the same job without her, but she wouldn’t have the dishes without you… you’d maybe have the same house, but she wouldn’t have the laundry… you’d have the same last name, but she wouldn’t… you’d have more money though and more time… but maybe she’d still have her heart and it wouldn’t be fighting the constant threat of breaking…

We all give some but a good woman gives all…

She gives everything she’s got, her body, her heart, forsakes her home, her name all for the chance of being loved… just for that dream she had as a little girl… That 25.98 second dream… when you touch her… hug her from behind in the kitchen…. lean over and kiss her on the couch… hold her hand in the car… roll over and squeeze her before getting out of bed… send her a sweet text while you’re on the road… life is life and it’s often hard but it stops for those few seconds… while you hold her through almost 26 heartbeats… in that moment you make it all better… you make everything worth while…

That deep dark hole with the loudest silence imaginable gets closer and swallowing… it chases her actually, and all the while staring her in the face as she fights… alone… depression is what they call it… that’s what happens when you make her heart beat all alone every day… when she’s dumping everything’s she’s got into you and you’re too busy even with 7200 seconds to spare in your day…

Both drowning depression and choking anxiety don’t stand a chance most of the time when there’s true love, touch, understanding and connection…

To expect her to survive and live strong without love and touch is like asking the sun to shine at midnight… it can’t happen…

It’s like asking you to built a house without tools, drive without a steering wheel, run with broken legs, see without eyes, hear without ears…

So please don’t ask her to fly without wings… don’t ask her to smile while she swallows tears, don’t ask her to give, to be ok when her heart is broken…

But how will you know? How will you know she’s broken? You’ll know because you haven’t held her… held her together…

Maybe knowing what you know now, could you spare just 25.98 seconds? I mean that gives you 7174.02 to yourself…

So maybe you could even spare a whole 60 seconds, 60 heartbeats… a minute…

You hold her heart in your hands, you know… you hold it, it’s all yours, take good care of it! Nothing in this world will ever love you as much as that heart!

Take the 60 seconds…