This is my favorite picture of my husband.
I do that all the time; wonder what he’s thinking of.
I like this because it captures him well. He's a pretty serious man, with a strong profile and a broad strong back and a strong mind and really strong forearms. I love his forearms.
Did I mention that he's strong? It isn't very feminist of me, but I do like that he could toss me over his shoulder and take me back to his cave, like it or not.
(I'd like it.)
He's sailing. Looking at some distant point, there is a destination that he's moving towards. A future. The boat rocks, as boats do, but overall it's calm. I feel safe no matter how rough it gets. He will be there, always. He is the kind of man who will get us to our destination. He is my harbor and my heart swivels like a compass to find it's true north in him.
True north is not the same as magnetic north (the North Pole). True north rotates in an arc that takes over 25,000 years to complete and is marked by the stars in the skies. Something in there feels like one of the many possible descriptions of how I love him.
long pause in typing............
Wow, this got Hallmarky.
But I think I'll hit Publish anyway because it's true nonetheless.
Happy Birthday P.
I love you always.