(Today is French Husband’s birthday.)
We were sitting by one another, just the two of us, I looked over at him as he drove, thinking… When you love someone, you believe in them…You would go to the ends of the earth for them. When you love someone you share in their journey, and feel their depth. You trust them and you allow yourself to free fall into their being, knowing it is going to be safe.
I sat by French husband knowing he wants me to fly with him, and in that moment I said to myself, "Yes! Why not? I’ll go." As if something within me opened, I felt myself pouring into that empty space, rushing in… (Have you ever thought of something, and had it change you, instantly? Then at the same time wonder "Why didn’t I think of that before?" That is how I felt, it caused me to catch my breath.) I looked over at French Husband and asked him if it would make him nervous if I flew with him. He smiled and shook his head no.
I’ll fly with you. I trust you. Happy Birthday, I’ll let go of my fear and fly!
Photos: A butterfly and her rock. Their is a safe place to land.
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