It is rare in one’s lifetime to meet someone with whom your soul feels safe; someone who enlarges your heart and diminishes your fears and makes you laugh until your sides ache.
We are two imperfect people, my Valentine and I, stumbling along life’s path with clasped hands.
Sometimes we wrangle over home décor (both so opinionated as to what we think looks best) or snort when the other indulges his or her natural child.
And yet at the end of the day, we manage to slide crescent moon smiles across weary faces before falling asleep on coaches. READ THE ENTIRE POST…