Once upon a time, I met a womon with long black hair, deep gentle eyes, and a sweet smile. We worked at a womyn's festival together, became friends...and I think maybe even started to fall in love under a September Full Moon in Vermont. She loves terrible puns, cries during sappy commercials and giggles like a little girl. She has more compassion than anyone I've ever known.
She's a MacGyver at heart, creative, brilliant. She can be profoundly serious and downright silly. She doesn't cringe from the nastiest work, and is prone to doing far more than her share. She sees what needs to be done, and does it. I've watched her on her knees in the garden as she watches a butterfly, and it takes my breath away. My heart has ached as she worried over a 3 week old kitten she thought wouldn't make it through the night. I have to check her pockets before doing laundry, because they're the pockets of a 10 year old boy...nuts, bolts, pinecones, seed packets, twist ties and notes all turn up from time to time. Our animals adore her...she is the love of their lives. She's patient, supportive, encouraging, and hasn't run away from my hormone & stress induced crazies (yet).
It never occurred to me that I'd meet someone like her. It NEVER occurred to me that someone like her might love me. Some miraculous confluence of events brought us together and she actually does love me. Do you know how amazing that is? At night before falling asleep I give thanks...there's no place in this Universe I'd rather be than snuggled next to her. I'm blessed...and I wish the same for you.