Falling in love is like merging into traffic. Sometimes it happens slowly and with caution. Sometimes it happens quickly.
The day I met my husband I merged like a bat out of hell. A metaphorical coal truck could have been coming and I wouldn’t have noticed. I could have crashed and burned, but I didn’t. I once wrote a blog about our first encounter; The First Time I Met My Husband’s Shoes.
I met him and I loved him, simultaneously.
I love the way I fell in love. Love is marvelous, and marriage is the greatest of all adventures… But is one “merge” better than the other? Slow and cautioned, or fast and tenaciously? Either way you get where you are going.
How did you “merge”?
Wind can do many things. Wind can ruin your picnic, refresh you during a run, and power a windmill. Wind can also make the American Flag fly like freedom… and that is my favorite. Wind wakes the Flag up and makes the National Anthem play in the back of my mind.
Normally the American Flag is in the center of my photo, but there is something beautiful about the Rule of Thirds, something tranquil, something peaceful.
But what is the true focal point of this photo? Is it the sun or is it the Flag? That is entirely up to you. It can be the sun, the Flag, the water, or the dock… and why is it up to you? Because the Flag means freedom.
Webster can give you the textbook definition of the term “symmetry”… No offense to Mr. Webster, but I’m going to venture onto a different path.
My husband and I, we are symmetrical.
We even each other out, like a teeter-totter that doesn’t teeter or totter. Picture it, a perfectly still and symmetrical teeter-totter… One that isn’t bothered by busy movement or competition.
Of course, with a little push, one side of a teeter-totter has the power to rise above the other, but in doing so it would make the other side fall. Back-and-forth and up-and-down it could go, exchanging power from side-to-side. Almost like a repetitive argument that no one can win. My husband and I are not this type of teeter-totter.
We are a perfectly still and even teeter-totter. No one has the upper hand. We are equals, symmetrical in power and authority. We understand that there is no true winner in a fight, and the only loser in a fight is the marriage.
We aren’t the same person, we aren’t exactly alike, and we have different interests… but we have one important symmetrical attribute, we love each other with all we have. Equal, symmetrical, lifelong love.
Void of precise terms of display or reason. A parking spot disruption conundrum. Would you notice this asymmetrical accident? Would you pause for a second to admire the irony? I did. It’s the little things.
Photo Prompt: Symmetry
A hot cup of coffee. A loving husband… Are there many things better? I don’t believe so. The smell of caffeinated aroma. The feel of a loving hand holding yours.
Marriage is the greatest of all adventures… and coffee is the best way to start every adventure.
Daily Prompt: I Love…