Saturday, April 18, 2020

This Girl

This girl, in the deep ways that matter, was always so different from me.

She lived life fully, without much reservation. She teased and laughed and liked the snow and the wind. She would throw snow at my face and sing broadway hits without warning.

I was the rock, difficult to move. She was lightness and love. Her sense of freedom against my sense of duty. Her invitation to grace against my rule of law.

She said I was the anchor she needed. But I knew she was the joy my heaviness required to even have half a chance at a good life. And it’s been a very good life indeed.

This picture of a picture was from back in college, and says so much about her.

April 18th will forever be stuck in my mind and my heart. It was on that day 37 years ago on a dirt road way up in northern Alberta, she agreed to date me.

And the rest, as they say, is history.
But what a blessed history indeed.

1 comment:

  1. It's interesting how things work, and amazing how you remember certain details - like dates. ;-)

    We still remember our first kiss. :-D

    And good too that you don't have to be the same, that you can complement each other, rather than just matching.


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