There is a special someone in my life who can totally capture my
attention with a twinkle in his eye, a certain tone of voice and an
invitation for adventure with him hid behind a grin.
Clothes I can move in, extra cash, a spare key, a swipe of lip gloss,
and let’s roll, dude- I’m ready. Y’know why? I really like him. I
don’t even care so much where we’re going, because, I’d pretty happily
sit by his side and watch paint peel off the side of a barn-but know
him well enough to know that’s probably not on the agenda. So I’m out
the door on his heels, stopping to ask only if there is anything
special I need to bring along- and then we’re off.
Usually, I’m pushed past a comfort zone in my physical skills trying
to keep up. He reins himself in a bit, I hustle, and we both know it.
I’m humbled, but grateful. He gives me a hand, I recover, he shows
off, makes me laugh.
We’ve always made it home.
Those moments are precious perhaps because of what I didn’t say:
Where are we going?
Can I handle it?
How long will we be?
Is it dangerous?
Will I get dirty?
Are you strong enough to get behind me and push if I need it?
Will you mock my weaknesses when they’re exposed?
Somehow, I forget to ask, and follow.
“Follow Me…”
Where are we going?
Can I handle it?
How long will we be?
Is it dangerous?
Will I get dirty?
Are you strong enough to get behind me and push if I need it?
Will you mock my weaknesses when they’re exposed?
“Follow Me…”
Oh! Oh.
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