"Which one is yours?"

At the airport this morning as I stood and watched him walk toward the security check point the man standing next to me (who by the way bore an uncanny resemblance to Kevin Smith but perhaps a bit more corporate) said “this is always the hardest part of her trip”. He then turned to me and asked, “Which one is yours?” “The one wearing the hat”, I replied without hesitation. “The tall one?” “Yeah, ….the tall one.” We exchanged the kind of pleasantries two strangers do at 45 minutes past five in the morning and went our separate ways.

“Which one is yours?” How fitting.

It was an amazing weekend and I will probably spend the greater part of the next week processing with a grin on my face and his hat on my head. By the way, kudos to you, hon on your choice of gift. I dig flowers n’ all….this, however, is a much more fitting present all told. It is good to have a piece of you with me. Now if we could only work out that whole teleportation thing. ; )

In this moment, I am at peace. I went into this weekend with no expectations and was more than pleasantly surprised by the turn of events. I doubt either of us knew what we were in for…or then again, maybe we did. The Lord works in mysterious ways and if the universe can hand you a fortune cookie that proclaims, “Tastes like chicken” anything is possible. It’s good to be loved and to love in return.

A lot can happen in a year and a half. I have no worries and I trust completely in the process which is, at present, unfolding. There is time, and I have patience.

To the beautiful man who would trade his dominion over Lichtenstein to have my hand (but perhaps not France) good night, my love.