I spent the day yesterday with one of my oldest friends, Alina. She came over and we took a couple of photos, braving the cold Wisconsin winter. George Herbert said, “The best mirror is an old friend.” It’s funny when you come in contact again with someone missed from the past. Memories rush back, old gossip comes up, and a familiar feeling of comfort falls over you. It’s such a wonderful feeling.
I often wonder what my life would be like if I was left lost wandering this world alone. I am fortunate to have found such a selfless partner, a person who possesses half of me and me half of him. Writing these words, I realize that I’ve always seen love as a white curtained window on a breezy summer day. It’s not. It’s not a montage of white toothed smiles, intertwined hands, and brunch. It’s washing […]