Lucky

I don't know how I got so lucky, or when we slipped into this easy groove of life together. Though it has been such a short time, I cannot imagine it any other way. I long for him to hold me, where others simply felt they were squeezing the life out of me. And boy let me tell you, he holds me, he holds me like tomorrow isn't promised, like I belong to him and no other. Sometimes we are so wrapped up in each other I cannot help but think of us a Celtic knot, ever intertwined. His laid back island attitude is the calm in my storm, his touch melts my tension and anxiety away. He takes care of me in a way I didn't know I needed, gourmet food, unconditional love, and tolerance and patience for my wild and crazy dog.

I have always cherished my own home, like a sacred space I didn't want penetrated by any other. But this house has become his and it feels a little empty when he is gone. I cherish our morning coffee together, and enjoy our home cooked meals together (especially during this crazy time). I respect the fact that after a hard day to tells me to have a bath with some wine while he cooks us steak. Like I said, I don't know how I got so lucky, but I am ever thankful I didn't settle, missing this would be my biggest regret.