We have been through a lot together, but by herself, she has
climbed mountains and become an individual capable of anything. She is free to
make her own choices, be her own person, and trust unequivocally. She knows I
am here when she needs me, and I know she is there for me. We are free.
This picture is worth 565 words. It tells a story of
liberation, love, and triumph. It shows transformation, courage, and hope for
women who have overcome (or still need to) fear of harm. This picture is the
epitome of courage. Watch out world, here
she comes.
This is the binomial theorem. I have not
a clue what it means (although I am positive the answer is 42), but as I was
searching the tool bar for those three little asterisks that separate ideas in
a chapter (or post), I came across several equations and thought it was nice.
It’s nice.
On the fourth day of our familymoon, the
weather was perfect. Amanda, her mother, and the girls all spent hours playing
in the water. I stayed a fair distance away from the lake as many of you may
know I don’t care for water having nearly drowned in the Cayman Islands fifteen
years ago. I don’t even like taking baths. In public pools I will go in, but
even when I go under just briefly I get extreme anxiety and I gasp for air and
want to leave immediately. Enough about that.
Yesterday, we grilled pork chops, sipped
exquisite coffee, the ladies indulged in leftover wine from the wedding, and we
had another campfire. I’ve really
enjoyed my mornings writing with coffee on the screened-in porch. It’s a little
chilly, and I only brought clothing with short sleeves and legs, but I’m a man
of the woods now and cold don’t bother me none.
Today is our last full day at the cabin,
already. Time moves too quickly for my taste, but it seems to have slowed ever
so slightly out here in the country. Two nights ago, Amanda and I went out by
ourselves to dinner to a quaint little cabin-restaurant overlooking Webb Lake.
We sat out on the patio and watched the sun go down, basking in silence and
photons. When she and I first started meeting, we would sit at a coffee shop
and talk, or not talk. Even in the beginning, we could just sit and enjoy the
moment. We could talk for hours, or just watch the people, but it was never
awkward or uncomfortable. We enjoyed each other’s company, and still do. Now I
get to spend the rest of my life with the one I love and have grown to
understand and appreciate. She’s unique, funny, intelligent, and caring. She’s
a little crazy, unbelievably annoying, and perfect. She’s my life. We are the
light.
It
was you all along, my love. Be you. I love you forever.
