Exactly seven weeks today.
A fraction of a second can be a determining factor when it comes to winning in the Olympics. Seven weeks with life feeling broken, can seem like forever, and it will give you the opportunity to see what you are made of.
Rituals re-establish. Hearts carefully reconnecting. Life seems normal. Almost.
“Can I come over?”
Seven weeks of what am I made of? Seven weeks of what is truly important? Seven weeks of seeking, searching, and finding answers to essentials in life.
Patience. Kindness. Humility. Sacrifice. Grace. Forgiveness. Faith. Perseverance. Prayer.
“Yes, I want you to come over.”
Seven weeks apart.
I remember the first day I met him ... the moment of magic when our eyes connected, two hearts meeting. I vividly remember the thrill of euphoria with our 1st kiss.
Magical first moments don’t compare to the anticipation of seeing love after life happens and time has passed. The breathless anticipation of second chances established in known passion, laughter, communication, and intimacy.
Seven weeks are over. The crescendo of connection, the rapture of a second first kiss.
Love is fragile, handle with prayer.
