In a not surprising synchronicity with the sun,
notwolf , I am trying to grasp the crazy-quilt universal weave of good/bad/ugly that life can sometimes be. Biopsy today, needles in my left breast and holding my breath for two days to see what comes next. Otherwise, my life if full of sunflowers, gardening, work, my beautiful children and my beloved. He's here, for the most part, with some loose ends to tie up but we are laying our heads down together each night and smiling at one another each morning. So this time, I'm refusing to give in to my fear of the other shoe...you know, the one with dog shit on the sole that drops as you merrily roll along? I worked too hard to come to this happiness and I will not let it go without a bloody fight. I am living proof that love can make a person fearless--not because of him but because of the journey and experiences that brought me to him. He made sense of those. He made sense of everything, even what I could not. So I may hold his hand a little tighter when I close my eyes for the next couple of days, but I will not let go of the certainty that I am finally and exactly where I need to be.