My mind hasn't settled in for the night and in the other room I can hear the sounds of breathing slow and steady. It's my favorite sound, hearing the contented purr of my husband at peace.
It seems like it took a couple of lifetimes to get here, and it was worth the wait to discover Fall is the most beautiful time of the year. It's a welcome relief after the long arid summer; it is savory and unpredictable; and the visual changes are breathtaking as it offers up its earthy and bountiful goodness.
I think of the easy way we are together and how natural it feels to work things through, as if someone up there gave us just the right tools to support each other. Ideas go into the discussion pot individually and come out transformed by a balanced blend of our perspectives. There is trust and honor for what is in each other's heart. Whole evenings are dreamed away watching travel shows, reminiscing out loud, and scheming a way to return.
Life is interesting and creative. There's room to grow. And room to learn. And space to make mistakes and be forgiven. The new improved ways of love are precious. And then there's his smile. Yup, the fall is definitely my season of choice.
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