Some days the words come easy. Some days they don't come at all. Some days it is so easy to love and some days it is hard. Since my heart attack the words have been coming steadily even if not real creatively. And love and being loved is easier than it has ever been for me.

I wish it didn't take a crisis, an emergency room, a by-pass to make love easier. But that is what it took and I wouldn't take anything for it.

Question: What did it take to get you to take in the love that has been sent your way?