This is something I read and thought I would share - author unknown.

I don't want this cup.

It isn't the cup I would choose. With the world before me - with all the choices I could make, all the paths I could take, all the tasks I could tackle - this is not what I would pick.

I don't want this cup.

I would choose something more comfortable and less awkward. I would choose something less complicated, less painful - something I could control.

It wouldn't be this.

I don't want this cup.

But every time I find myself staring at a cup I wouldn't choose, I find something else too.

I find you lifting my chin to see you more clearly. I find your hand in mine showing me I'm not alone. I find a deeper understanding of who you are and what your thoughts are about me - about us.

Every time, I find myself a little closer to home.