(I’m writing this several hours after the ingestion of the aforementioned Ibuprofen 800 mg. I have also had a bit of “medicinal” spirits to help me with the fever I’ve been experiencing.)
I am at a stage, in whatever this is, where Ivan has come over to make sure I’m still alive, and going to be able to make breakfast in the morning. 😉
I jest, sort of.
Do any of you realize that we’ve known each other since I was 15 years old, and have grown up together, spending almost every hour of every day in each others company? We started out as friends, became lovers, and have been soulmates forever.
We often reminisce about things that happened in Junior High, and High School, things that one of us remembers more, and reminds the other one. I find it so joyful to have known someone my whole life who still loves me, and more importantly likes me, (sisters excluded) .
I’ve often said that we’ve always been in love, from the moment we met, but we’ve not always liked each other. I have no problem with that because we can get beyond whatever has caused the dislike, but I think trying to get past not loving your spouse would be impossible for us. I pray we never experience that type of torture, for that is what it would be.
I also pray that anyone that reads this can enjoy some of this special joy for themselves. It takes patience, it takes work, commitment, compromises, and at the heart of it all, love of God.
Until next time lovelies, stay happy, and healthy in the Lord.
Post script: a very happy birthday to my sister Martha who is celebrating her 70 something birthday tomorrow. Hippo bird day M.