In the middle of afternoon chores, after hauling buckets, stuffing the feeders with hay, cleaning out the chicken coop, feeding the elusive barn cats, herding sheep, a working dog and a human being, both filled with love, with emotions so close to the surface, pause on their busy way to exchange a moment of love, a connection. This is true of me and Maria also, and now of Red. We always stop in our rushing, e-mailing, creating, worrying to exchange moments of love, to remind us why we are here, what is important, what our lives are really about. I can worry about money or listen to the angry men or I can worry about love.