A quickie, 'cause then everyone wins.
1. We have mostly bunkered down at home and it's been awesome. I'm going days without donning bras or makeup. I don't look good, but I feel like a million freaking doll-hairs. Tonight, though, we braved the world and left the house. We went to my parents' and mooched supper and then stole a bunch of Christmas baking. *hehe* Okay, we didn't steal it, but it felt evil and magnificent just the same.
2. While we were at my parents' my dad got home from work. Both boys ran over to him and squealed like their butts were on fire. Somehow, watching them react to Pepe that way still hasn't gotten old.
3. Tonight, I met Pat for a movie date. We watched Collateral Beauty. It's terribly sad in parts and we both cried (shocking, yes, I know). So, like most heterosexual friends who enjoy crying at movies together, we held hands; just for the hardest bit -- but still. This is indicative of the kind of relationship I have with this woman. It's weird, and close, and truthful, and warm, and safe, and so many other things.
It has been nearly ten years since I've read Virginia Woolf's, Mrs. Dalloway, but one of the things that I loved so much about that novel was this idea that we are connected to every person we meet, from lovers, to family, to the cab driver we chatted to on our way home from the airport. I imagine looking down, at the history of one's life, and seeing all of the threads that connect them to various people they've met - some right in their own home and some half way across the globe. And when I look at the spider web, some of the threads have a distinct glisten to them. They are brighter and look stronger. Thicker. And those threads are very few in our lives, but they have a sustainability and a longevity. They are connections of the soul, I imagine; connections that cannot be matched. Other than my family, the love of my life, and my beautiful baby boys, I have two of these connections. Pat is one of them.
Is it weird to say we are soul mates of sorts? I don't care if it is; it's true.
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