More Love
I had a dream last night that this crazy young woman (maybe an aunt?) was trying to keep us in separate rooms. She belonged to some weird cult (I think Mormonism) and she dressed like a pioneer, lived in a big farm house, and carried a shotgun. She holding us captive and violently trying to ensure that we didn't have contact because she was afraid we would have sex, which was the worst sin she could think of. I think we were brother and sister. We escaped her clutches and fooled around right in front of her. Nya nya.
In reality, we went inner tubing on the American River last weekend and it made me realize, with sharper clarity, some more reasons why I love Jesse. When I'm with him, I feel like we are a team. I feel secure in the certainty that whatever obstacles we meet, we will be meeting them together and sharing the work. I know that when I make a mistake, he is going to be understanding and forgiving, and when he makes a mistake, I do my best to be understanding and let him know in the nicest way possible. I also know that he likes being around me as much as I like being around him. If I'm upset or frustrated, all he has to do is put his hand on my skin and I feel instantly better. Being part of a team feels so nice. Euphorically so.
He took some videos at Camp and Sons the weekend before last, and while he was showing them to me, we came across one of two people carrying a giant brass platter piled with fruit to the loungers on the lawn. "This was a great opportunity," he said, "because I got to explain to Hans one of the reasons I love you. As cool as it was to be me and Hans on the lawn, having people bring us fruit, it's even cooler to be those people doing the bringing. You taught me that."
This is going to be the greatest adventure.
In reality, we went inner tubing on the American River last weekend and it made me realize, with sharper clarity, some more reasons why I love Jesse. When I'm with him, I feel like we are a team. I feel secure in the certainty that whatever obstacles we meet, we will be meeting them together and sharing the work. I know that when I make a mistake, he is going to be understanding and forgiving, and when he makes a mistake, I do my best to be understanding and let him know in the nicest way possible. I also know that he likes being around me as much as I like being around him. If I'm upset or frustrated, all he has to do is put his hand on my skin and I feel instantly better. Being part of a team feels so nice. Euphorically so.
He took some videos at Camp and Sons the weekend before last, and while he was showing them to me, we came across one of two people carrying a giant brass platter piled with fruit to the loungers on the lawn. "This was a great opportunity," he said, "because I got to explain to Hans one of the reasons I love you. As cool as it was to be me and Hans on the lawn, having people bring us fruit, it's even cooler to be those people doing the bringing. You taught me that."
This is going to be the greatest adventure.