When I meet with you
it is a gift.
A gift to myself and one to you.
For you to meet with me here, you have offered your time — something I can never give back.
Whether the time is well spent
is something only you could say
and I hope that you consider it is.
For me to meet with you here, I have offered my time — something you can never give back.
What I am telling you, as you sit across from me at this table
is that you are the most valuable thing I could be spending this (my most precious offering)
When I meet with you here,
it is because
you are more valuable than even these moments of my life which I willingly trade
in order to hear your thoughts and share your laughter or tears.
It isn’t my love that I give
it is my time
are they not one and the same?