I recently posted this on another blog I have under a different name, but I wanted to share it here as well.
Sometimes things just don’t go smoothly. But I don’t want to talk about that. Or think about it.
I want to think about guitar solos and nutcrackers.
Scenic walks and dark bars and cupcakes.
Making plans and sharing jokes and not making any sense to anyone but each other.
I want to think about long phone calls.
Understanding and listening.
Sharing fears and dreams.
I want to think about boat rides and stair repairs.
Long hours under blankets.
Encouragement and comforting and restoring broken pieces.
I want to think about how fortunate I am. How much wonder and amazement is in my life.
And even when something doesn’t fit and doesn’t work, that doesn’t change where things have been and where I am, and how thankful I am for those who are here with me.