The love of my life shares my father and brother's birthdays
with us on this day. Chuck has 'broken bread' with the family
many times before. Yet, it is just one more bonding experience
for the people that have loved and accepted me for twenty-eight
and a half years...and the man who I love and can visualize in
my life for no less than twenty-eight and a half years more.
Like the "Dirty Tease" t-shirt storefront said, "It's a warm,
fuzzy feeling. Just like eating a teddy bear."
We watched two very mushy movies yesterday: "The Family Stone"
and "Latter Days". Chuck is not a chick-flick watcher, while they
are probably the one thing that keeps me from insanity. Chuck is
not into my ridiculously out-of-style elevator-esque music habits.
He listens to all things current; the harder, the better. Chuck
could tell you what is going on in most every primetime show. I
still do not even own a TV; preferring to keep with my "Golden
Girls", "Will & Grace", or the occasional "Noah's Arc" or SNL
spoof, all from the comfort of my laptop. He use to be a skater
boy. I use to be a Jesus Freak. What a long time ago THAT was.
But we both got teary-eyed during those sappy movies. We talked
about their plots and even how they relate to our lives. We talk
about our walks in the World, where our lives are going and where
our hopes and dreams lie. And if that is too deep, we talk about
food.
And from that subject alone, we'll probably never quit talking.
It has been years, folks. Years of one-night-stands, flings and
behaviors that might make the harlots in the red-light district
of Amsterdam raise an eyebrow. I never would have thought that it
would take coming back to Kentucky to find him; coming back home--
to find a home in someone's arms.
But here I am. Here we are. And I can't help but smile.
