verge (vʉrj)
the edge, brink, or margin (of something): also used figuratively the verge of the forest, on the verge of hysteria

to tend or incline (to or toward)
to be in the process of change or transition into something else; pass gradually (into) dawn verging into daylight

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Ms. Mammoth and Her Man

I met a little slice of perfect this week.  Her name is Madchen and his is Her Man. They love each other. That's not the perfect part.  The perfect part is in all the ways they adore each other.  Rich, simple. A piece of perfection, if I ever saw it.

She knows what a beautiful field looks like and how to rove it.
He knows how to tend it...

She knows just what's in that special drawer in the kitchen.
He knows exactly when to open it.

She knows how to savor those made-with-love cookies.
He knows how to make them, with his hands, and with love.

She knows just how to rocket through the air to snatch a frisbee as it skims across a baby blue sky.
He knows just how to send her flying.

She knows just how to instigate a little jelly-belly rubbin'.
He knows exactly how to tickle her fancy.

She knows how to make her mammoth self fit snugly into his lap.
He knows just how to make himself as big as comfy a couch, cradling her there.

She knows how to wiggle her tail and do a little dance around the room.
He knows how to sing to her.

She knows when and where to get the mail down the road.
He knows just how to make the mailbox a journey.

She knows how to sit elegantly tall and straight.
He knows how to treat her with grace.

She knows how to anticipate his glance as she sits close by his side.
He knows how to meet her eyes...and smile with his.

She knows how to announce a visitor venturing across the bridge.
And they know how to make her feel quite at home.

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