On the cusp of Father’s Day, been thinking a lot about my best friend’s mutt (his description not mine).
Wesley’s charming dog is named Shadow and her fur is truly representative of her name. Jet black as coal and dark as molasses or a moonless sky, Shadow has such a lovable face that transmits to any dog lover, within a nano-second, her enchanting spirit and the possession of such a sweet serene soul. Given an opportunity for her paws to envelop and encase you, one instantly feels the vibration of her effervescent personality which translates loyalty, affection, warmth, delight, excitement, and that you are genuinely cared for and insatiably loved.
Funny, but those are the same sentiments I have for my handsome soul-mate!
Hehehehehehehehehe…
Anyways, on the cusp of Father’s Day, been thinking a lot about my dad who characteristically treated me like a mutt.
For years, these “aching arms” longed for a dad who would stand by the door and throw kisses and wave good-bye as I went to school. For years, these “aching arms” searched for a dad to give me a quarter for my first missing tooth and subsequent missing teeth. For years, these “aching arms” looked for a dad who would have given me the emotional nourishment that I sorely needed as I transitioned from girl to teenager to eventually woman.
However, for nearly 60 years, all he could muster was “delayed deliveries!”
Hmmm. Wished he could have been Shadow’s understudy!
Moving on…
On the cusp of Father’s Day, been thinking a lot about my soul-mate and wonder if he is aware of the magnitude and the depths of my love that I am harboring for him and is he cognizant of how much magic and ecstasy he has created for these “aching arms?”
An oxymoron? You bet…
At the onset, the twinkles of his eyes communicate that our souls are mysteriously intertwined and that our spirits are also intricately and gracefully connected similarly to “two dancers who through long practice have learned to match each other’s movements, moods, and responses to the music.”
On the cusp of Father’s Day, its natural for a girl turned woman to think of her first male love, which in my case, was my dad. Because of decades of dad’s absentia, my “aching arms” unwittingly latched on to or were irredeemably attracted to the least desirable speci(men)s of humanity! Seemingly, my strong romantic and vulnerable affections always got a “half of loaf of bread!”
Would dad’s reciprocated love, presence, and wisdom have made such a tremendous difference in my life?
Bet ‘cha!
Hence, on the cusp of Father’s Day, it’s no surprise that a woman whose “aching arms” were not compensated with tender, love, care, and longevity with her first love would desperately plead with the “universe” to allow her “aching arms” to become the beneficiary of additional uninterrupted and blissful years with her second love!
Hey, soul-mate, “time waits for no one!”
So, on the cusp of Father’s Day, this madly-in-love woman wants her sweetheart to know what no Hallmark card could ever adequately express, exclaim, or proclaim on her behalf…
Babe, as we trudge through the remaining years of our life gallantly together, and as we silently weather life’s constraints, restraints, complexities, and as we withstand unimaginable sacrifices, and as our devotion to one another is unmercifully tested, please know that each day that I am awake you give me the strength, the desire, and the wherewithal to tarry onward because you are, figuratively, my oxygen.
You are also my…
Marc Antony!
Julius Caesar!
Romeo!
Unquenchable love!
And, I am yours, forevermore!
Meanwhile…
On the cusp of Father’s Day, been thinking a lot about my best friend’s mutt.
Gratefully, my “aching arms” and Shadow’s vociferous paws now dwell in forever hearts because our respective soul-mates happily rewarded us with a “second chance at love!”
