Love of My Life, Thiz Iz for You

If you can stand one more mushy true-love story, this is it. Then it's on to Christmas Cookies and the Pig.

The love of my life. Those are the only words to describe this man.

Tall enough, muscular enough, with eyes that can be warm enough to melt a glacier or so cold they could freeze the Sahara. Sweet, thoughtful and HOT one minute, the next he is as stubborn as a mule in a mud pit. He is unique.

The Romance countries have a word for it, though it escapes me now. Loosely translated, it means, "Thunderbolt". the feeling of suddenly knowing, I mean KNOWING, that this is the person you want for a life mate. A simple hug can mean fireworks; no, make that a hydrogen bomb. A speck of time can be replayed over and over in your mind, added to with every encounter, till his presence fills your soul. A cup of coffee can be just coffee some days; on others it can be the start of an adventure. He becomes your hero.

We disagree on politics, his views being far-flung from my leave-me-alone-and-legalize-the-pot philosophy. We both believe in God. we both have certain standards we choose to live by. We both have flaws.

I have become strong-willed and aggressive in some ways in my almost-senior years. I am still a spoiled brat, expecting my own way and usually getting it. I like soft, silky clothes and costume jewelry, gin and tonic and endless hugs. He likes politics and football and beer, and could care less about my blog. He has been places, though travel is not his thing; I have been to Pittsburgh. We both love lightning and the lake when it is rough; we love the still of the lagoons. We like walks at Wintergreen and the bluffs at Rodderick Preserve. We prefer meat from Wegman's instead of the barrel of a rifle.

We know some things about each other that no one else knows. I have seen him come to tears over the loss of a beloved pet; he has heard me whine about day-to-day frustrations. He is my friend, my counselor. He can be encouraging, or a taskmaster. Sometimes I want to shake him and say, "LISTEN TO ME, JUST FOR A MINUTE!"

It takes intelligence, faith and an open heart to accept the Thunderbolt. All I know is, it happened. It hasn't gone away. It isn't infatuation, it isn't sex, it isn't we'll-stay-together-for-the-kids.

You're the love of my life. Don't you forget it.