He talks of the way the light falls on my face like he is seeing a sunrise for the first time. I catch him looking at me and he winks. He purposely brushes by me ever so slightly. He says something outlandish just to get me to fall over on the floor laughing. He not only lets my youngest kids crawl all over him he actually encourages it sometimes. He listens. He doesn't just hear me. He LISTENS to me. He is respectful of physical space and needs. He is a gentleman. He is like no one I have ever met. He has me listening to music and enjoying it when music was a source of pain for so long. No matter the time of day, the location, the activity, my state of chaos with the kids, anytime or anywhere, when I see him walking towards me even if he just turned away for a few minutes my heart skips a beat. This man is mine and I am his. It is not about obsessive "ownership" like in some dysfunctional relationships. It is two parts that became a whole.. I am in love.
These pictures all have meaning to me. The place I was sitting when he SAW me. The evergreens that are green with life during this hard time of year for me. A baby one growing. And best of all, hiding behind our bench a young cedar growing where it really shouldn't. I have made this our tree. George may not care but it is speaking to me and it has claimed us. And a picture of me. Why not? I am happy. I am smiling and it is because my journey to you has ended but my journey WITH you is just beginning.
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