The man in my life. My husband, A., is much too wonderful. After a stressful work day and commute, he has a home cooked meal waiting for me and at least twice a week, a couple of my favorites. A. patiently listens to my work angst, shows compassion for my family woes and woos me with his unconditional loving actions. While he amusingly describes me as an outgoing activist with lesbianic tendencies (mostly for my fierce womanly independence and camaraderie), I am truly aware of how blessed I am to have him as my life partner. Having been together almost eight years, we have survived milestone experiences -- rebirth with an open heart and renewal at death's cancer door. Both sacred journeys in their own rights.
like Spring's first bloom