Falling

I'm falling in love again. He's perfect. Just perfection personnified. We are like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle; we fit together perfectly, each complimenting the other. He knows what I'm saying with my saying it. We are very alike but different enough to remain interesting to each other. He shows me things I would never see without him, and I introduce him to new and different concepts, thoughts and ideas. I'm falling in love again, and it feels fantastic.

Extremes

Thursday morning was the best morning I've had since moving to Kansas. I spent it in the cemetery with a friend of mine who's forgotten more about stone than I'll ever know. We wandered about, him pointing out different stones to me and telling me how I can make some of the repairs myself. At one point we can across a stone that was face down in the dirt: Him: have you flipped this over to see what's written on it? Me: no, it's too heavy Him: Pfft. It's not THAT heavy. Me: you can say that 'cause you're 6'3" and a fucking monster. I, on the other hand, am 5'2" and...well, NOT a monster. (and he IS a big, big guy - not big as in fat, but big as in muscular. If he wasn't such a softie I might find him intimidating - but don't tell him I said that). I came away from our meeting with high hopes and feeling great. And then Hubs came home and I reverted back to my usual 'total fuck-up who can't do anything right and knows nothing about anything' role. *sigh*.....