It’s
almost time. In four days’ time,
spaceman will be knocking on my front door.
We have been conversing over the phone quite a bit lately. Every time we talk I’m initially nervous, but
it just takes off. Last night we spoke
for 3 hours. That’s how it is with
us. We talk and talk and talk, and, well
you know… we talk a LOT.
It’s got
to be incredibly sappy for me to say this, but I love this man with all my
heart and soul. He’s incredibly dreamy
to me, and I cannot wait to have him on my doorstep Friday.
A friend
tagged me on an article on Facebook, and I just have to share here, because sharing on FB… well,
people don’t care to hear how incredibly in love you are. Why are
people uncomfortable with declarations of affection??? (a
topic for a different day)
The
Goddess Spoke of Love
by Ara
by Ara
“My daughter, love
someone that longs to be open with you to you in all the ways you deserve to be
opened wide, not just purely physically.” The Goddess said. “Someone who opens
your mind, body, soul and heart right into the depths of your being and opens
theirs to flow right back with yours.
That’s
exactly what we have and so much more. The words that flow out of his mouth and into
my ears delight me. How can this be,
this man who reflects so much of me? How
did we get so lucky to have met and met again? Just look at all the potential we had in the beginning, which was somehow untimely
and yet, looking back, planted the most wonderful seed in both our lives.
Growing
up, my parents had a tulip tree in our back yard. It was just another tree, one that leaned
dangerously in towards the house. When I
looked at it, I wondered when a storm might blow it down and crash through the
roof. But it never did. Year after year that tree just existed there
in its everyday lush green show. Years
went by and my siblings and I grew older.
Then one spring, tulip flowers began to appear in the canopy, just a few the first
year, then ever more each season. When
they first came, my mom was elated! She
pointed them out and told us how long she had been waiting for those
flowers. It turns out it takes 10 years
for a tulip tree to bloom, 10 whole years from seed to maturity. That’s how spaceman and I have been.
In December
of 2004, we met on an online dating site.
Like it is now, it was in the beginning… we could not get enough of one
another. We connected on so many levels
and both slipped into that precious state we call love. It was long distance then, as it is now. Our first visit in person was just
incredible, a melding I cannot describe with words. The whole weekend was like that. And home again he went, back to Virginia to
his Appalachian home. And although the
next visit we had with one another saw our demise as a couple, it was never due to lack of
love, never. I still have the charcoal
drawing he made me that day, such love in that parting gift, such tenderness,
acceptance and vision. We parted then,
but we never lost touch. In many ways,
we continued cherishing one another through the years, through emails filled
with the most loving of friendships. We held each other in the highest esteem,
allowing whoever and whatever came into and out of each of our lives to be without need to shape it. Neither one of us had any idea that there was
yet a future for us in exactly the way we had once dreamed. We thought that particular ship had sailed. Our love caramelized into the sweetest of
friendships, held dear year after year, and that was enough.
And yet here
we are again! In four days he will be on
my doorstep for the second time, and I cannot wait
to feel his embrace. I cannot wait
to look him in the eyes and tell him all over again, I love you, I love you, I love you.
I joked
with him once, I said, “I don’t know how we are ever going to pick an
anniversary date. We’ve never had any particular day that was ‘the’ day ‘we’ started.”
But if I had to pick one, this go-round, I would say Halloween. Halloween weekend was when things turned
definitively into a chosen choice, for the both of us, each our own way. So, if I use that date, we are 3 ½ months
into the mush, the gush, the love goo. Which
means… we are still in the “honeymoon period”… good timing, very good timing.
:D Friday is only 4 days away!
