Things are still going great with my man and me. I have moved in with him at his house and we are getting along very well. We have been talking about a wedding date - we've talked about this Fall and next Spring, no hurry. I want my daughter who lives in Phoenix to be here so that will determine the date.
I have discovered that love is very hard to define. After the first months of being together we have become very comfortable with each other; there is a calmness in my heart; an unconditional acceptance that I can't describe. He honestly likes me and I like him. That makes love easy - as it should be. We have a lot in common and enjoy each others company. He tells me how much he loves me every day and we love pillow talk.
About 3 weeks ago I got very sick from something I ate. My man held my head while I was sick, gave me ice to eat and cold rags for my head. So caring and comforting. I am not used to that kind of attention.
Then recently I fell off a curb, sprained my ankle and banged up my face. He was so caring, kind, gentle and attentive - something else I am not used to. That is a way of loving another person and I am so very fortunate, blessed, lucky, whatever you want to call it - to love this man and have him loving me.
You know you're in love when you don't want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. ~Dr. Seuss
