I have a few 'hers' in my life, but none more important than a handful of all-stars. And in that handful, these two:
Now that's a perfectly ironic word to use, isn't it? Handful. Ha.
I am simultaneously spilling over with love and adjectives for these two, while not being able to come up with any that do either of them justice.
But I'll tell you what I do know.
I know that these two love me.
Like, really love the really-real me. Which is sometimes hard to believe. Because sometimes, I don't feel whole and deserving. But when these two wildfires-in-a-can are swirling about, I can't help but feel normal. And maybe we're all just a little to the left of normal, but that's what makes it feel right. Right?
The night that this picture was taken was like jumping in an ice bath after a sauna. I felt baptized. And complete. Like my soul got a battery recharge and I was ready to face the world again.
I used to think that one was a tree, strong and steady. And other was a bird, flight and fancy. And they are both those things, but mostly, they are rocks. Strong, sturdy, everlasting...all rough edges and smooth slopes, skipping on life's ocean.
I can't say enough about her. Or her.
But that's it for now.
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