Dedicated to the one I Love...

Sometimes one is so close to us that we have to be reminded to see them; to remember the things that drew them to our heart in the first place.
I met my husband, James, while I was a single mother. He had lost his first wife in an automobile accident and was parenting on his own as well. I felt at home with him from the start: a friendship that quickly caught fire and lit my world with its constant flame. Sometimes in the whirlwind that is often our life, we forget to stop and remember those early days and the love that brought us to where we now stand.
Astrologically speaking, we are probably ill-suited. I am the harmony-loving Libra who is creative and sensitive, romantic and tuned into the emotional. He is the analytical Capricorn who speaks his mind, is incredibly intelligent and devoted to his work. And sometimes when our opposing personas chafe and frustrate…when I long for flowers and candlelight, I stop myself and think about all the wonderful things that make him the man who captures - and holds - my heart.

How could I forget how he sat with me during my first MRI….how he accompanied me to Mayo Clinic after only knowing one another a month. That late night flight to Minnesota, the hours sitting in the waiting room, the emotions, the unknown.
And when my truck broke down on the interstate….how he drove 100 miles to come rescue me; the relief on his face when he saw me safe…the relief on mine to know he made me so…
How he accepted my children as part of who I was, loving and laughing with them…being our rock.
How he keeps his cool when I lose mine….and his patience with me when most would blow their top. How he takes it in stride when I goof up, back the car into a pole, bounce a check or mess up the mower. How he listens when I read him things I know he has no interest in…and how he surprises me with chocolate and vanilla Diet Coke! How he lets me be independent, yet, lets me lean. How he never falters when my body goes up or down a size, loving me, regardless. How he helps with the Math that perplexes me and fixes everything we lay before him. How he’s stayed beside me through an ice storm, flooding in the basement, two surgeries, loss of work, 20+ cats, 2 dogs, an old Chevy car and all the changes that life has thrown our way.

So in the craziness of our days, when I feel distant...because I am too close…..may I step back. And in doing so, see the truth of the blessing I have...and I hold.