Eight months isn’t a very long time in global terms. It is though, two seasons, and two-thirds of a year.
For someone who has never been used to a consistent love, this is astounding, wonderful territory for me. Me, she who flounders in insecurities for so long. Me, she who is known to dispose of ideas with futures in case they disappoint.
Yet, with you, with you who proved himself to me long before he knows he did. With you, you who loves me even when it is hard. With you, you who is brave enough to tell me straight and is always with an honest word.
With you, it’s easy for me. It’s easy for me to feel loved by you, because I am, through and through, and it’s easy for me to love you, because I can do it without fear. You do all you do with heart, and I am awed by you.
If we think about it, we’ve had some curveballs. We’ve had some horrible times but, those are completely obliterated by the wonderful times when you squeeze my hand and everything in my world is okay. You’ve faced some of life’s worst unfairnesses with me, and you’re not scared to do it again. With you, I am never fearful. WIth you, I always feel safe. With you, whether in the same room or not, I never feel alone.
All I am is gratitude. I think of my daughter and her sunny smile. I think of you beside me, and I feel the warmth of the space between us. The space where my heart rests and is loved. The space between us where our lives meet, and it is warm and home, safe from the outside world. I think of the three of us and I am reminded that this triangle of love is all that I could have ever wished for, and it comes true every day.
My prince charming is real. So real, he dances with me and doesn’t care who’s watching. My prince familiar. Whether we’re doing nothing or rushing around stuffing as much as we can in to a single day, it doesn’t matter. It’s the simple joy of just being together that lets my heart smile.
I love you, Shmoo. Thank you for changing my life.