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A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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The White Board #868404 added December 12, 2015 at 9:25am
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Stick Day!
7 years ago today, I finally married Ken Moyer. (Our wedding cake from the kids said, "It's about time!") We first met, went out, back in '87. Timing was NOT good for either of us and, although still excellent friends, went our separate ways. Fast forward some 18 years. I was back in Michigan for an extended visit. We connected by phone after a bit. 3 hour phone call later, he said to come on over to his house...the rest is history.
Funny, the things you learn in life. First time round, would we have 'made it?' I honestly do not know. There was a lot I'd learned in those years in between that I hadn't in the beginning. One of which was an appreciation for little things. Doesn't sound like much, but it is HUGE! Communication is key! Ask me about 'lasagna moments' sometime. Short of it is that we try very hard NOT to have 'drama on Rose Street'. We don't fight, rarely raise our voices (except in laughter or song) and have each other's backs. Always.
We've been together now, way longer than that first time 'round. Long enough that 'before' feels like ancient history. But, it was the root of what we have now. And the now is a full-blown tree. It's made of roots, a staunch trunk and gazillions of branches, twigs and 'sticks.' (Another 'us' thing, that. The 'sticks.' It says 'stick' inside my wedding band.) We do. We are: firmly stuck in the very best sense of the word. And we will stay 'stuck' because we work at it.
Ken's one of those 'truly GOOD guys.' The kind that if he was a character in a book, he would be kind of unbelievable because no one is 'that' good. Except he is! He'll help out darned near anyone, give the shirt and boots off his feet in a raging blizzard to help out a friend, and doesn't think he's anything special. "I'm just me," he says humbly, and even after 63 years of his being that way, still doesn't get it that he's the exception, not the rule, people-wise. He's wise, kind, loving, talented, honest, giving, and the best hubby ever! I am so blessed!!!! He's made me a better person. (He'd probably disagree with that, but this is my posting so, since it is true, I'm saying it!) *smile*
Our life is not perfect. We muddle through many a week. We get side-tracked. We lose things. We screw up. BUT! We never, ever, go to sleep at the end of our day with out a kiss goodnight, giggles and an 'I love you.' We laugh. A lot. More, we make each other laugh. We have fun with puns and rarely a day goes by that one or the other of us doesn't unleash a good one...the kind that are 'pillow-thwap' worthy. And then we laugh some more. Humor is a major ingredient in the sap, the glue that holds our tree, the us, the we, firmly together. 99% of the time, we are on the same page. When we aren't, we chalk it up to being in different boxes. Or Mars/Venus. Or the other one's crazy. We get over it, and go back to the giggles. We don't 'click' the anger button. Life is way too flipping short for that nonsense. We 'get' each other.
He cooks amazing breakfasts. I do killer stew. And roasts. And lasagna too, for that matter, but we will not go there! smile emoticon I am clever with words, he is clever with wood...or patios or any project he sets his mind to. He takes time to mull things over. I come to conclusions very quickly. Amazingly, we usually get to the same place. Or, agree on the way-station compromise. Short of our getting a cat, there's next to nothing he wouldn't do for me, get me (within reason, of course) or do for me to make me happy. Same goes in his direction. (Which is why I've never brought a cat home! Because I know he'd give in, cuz he loves me.) I don't have 'honey-do' list additions in the fall. That's his time of year. Hunting time. When I'm writing, he no longer interrupts me except to (quietly) bring me coffee. We read each other well.
We do 'silly' a lot. We get joy out of our crazy routines and sayings - as well as each other. I've been in the same place, with the same person for 10 years. I've done that ...like...ah...never! But with him, I have. People are finally writing my address and phone number in ink! (I can think of several folks giggling at that...and you know who you are!)
I've had a couple 'grand and glorious' loves in my life. The flash, and fire and you 'know' it won't/can't/shouldn't last kind that are marvelous while they last. This kind of love is so different. It is deeper, more consuming, more complete. The trust levels are utter. Niggling fears of , well, all those little things that creep out of the darkness to scare you, don't exist. He makes me feel totally safe. (For me, this is immense.) We appreciate each other. We don't take each other for granted. He makes my heart smile.
Best part about being married to my hubby is that, after many, many years...I am home. We did that. He did that. But then, he is...home.
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