Thursday, 06 September 2012
Years and years ago, you reached out to me. You saw me upset and took the time to figure out what was in my heart. You asked me what was wrong. It was the anniversary of my Opa's death. You took time to look deeper inside my heart. You helped me release a balloon in memory of him at Lion's Lake.
It wasn't long after this that you asked me out on our first date. We went to Lion's Lake and had a picnic. We talked all afternoon. We took a walk around the lake. As I was doing a balancing beam act and started to fall, you took my hand and we finished walking around the lake.
My feelings have always confused me. I stuffed them deep inside back then. The first time you told me you loved me. Oh what a thrill and fear that shot through my heart. Thrilled that someone would love me. Fearful because I did not know what I felt in my heart and I was afraid you would leave. You stayed beside me and gave me time to figure out my heart. It was months before I decided I did love you. Patiently you waited for me.
Eventually you asked me to marry you in a fairy tale setting. We walked under trees where the branches interlaced, letting streams of sunlight through down the old dirt road. Turkeys were roosting in the trees gobbling at us as we disturbed them. Off the road you took me, into a pasture filled with wild flowers. As we walked to the lace covered table cloth the monarch butterflies that covered the field swarmed up around us flying in circles. I am so glad I said yes.
Over thirteen years later, you still take time to figure out what is going on deep inside me. You wait patiently until I figure it out and then tell you. You give me time and space and understanding. You love me. I love you. Thank you!
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