and in the hours of late evening we discovered it. a song that spoke to us in every way.
it wasn’t intentional. we were intentionally watching an everest youtube, the highest of mountains, vicarious adventure.
but there was this song. we stopped the video and moved the cursor backward, to hear the song again.
we’re meant to be.
in the great outdoors.
it’s been nine years since we met face to face now. nine years since baggage claim at o’hare. nine years. it doesn’t sound like an eternity; it just feels like an eternity. and yet, not long enough.
because the moments i glance across the room and catch his gaze – well, it still takes my breath away. he drives me crazier than probably anybody else on earth, but he can make me well up in the turn of a second.
and the times we are inside, sitting and writing together, cooking in our old kitchen, happy-houring at the table in the sunroom, loving on our dogdog, mutually missing our babycat, planning trips…those times…are times that create a little bit of wonder.
and the times we are outside, on a mountain, on a trail, on the sidewalk in the ‘hood, by the side of the lake in the shadow of an aspen stand, in the new black adirondack chairs…those times…are times that create more than a little bit of wonder.
the wonder of finding, the wonder of reaching, the wonder of meeting, the wonder of walking this walk together.
we feel lucky.
“we can sit together.
it’s so beautiful.”