Wrote Me a Letter

I wrote Mitch a letter last night.  While I looked at this photograph. 

Christine immortalized this moment for me, adding my tattoo over his tumor site.
Oh so little did we know!
We were in the Black Hills, on our honeymoon. My short arms captured this much of my surprise kiss/picture.  We'd been married in Vegas 10-or-so days before, spent a week in LA with friends and then got a hotel room in every state (sans AZ) we crossed on the way home. This was a few-day layover, in the Heartland Paper Corporate condominium. It was off-season, so we had the place to ourselves ♥ Not much time for sightseeing ;) The carpet in the living room, however, was a lovely shade of 70s goldenrod, I do remember.  After this break, we moseyed into Sioux Falls in time to have a Labor Day weekend Reception at Stoner's Bar. Complete with another cake and a Keg :)
Life was Big and Forever seemed Infinite.  

Hell, I was honored he'd even noticed me, everything after that was some kind of crazy jackpot that kept paying out. I was the luckiest girl in the universe. He was the love of my life. And crazier? I was the love of his life. The mother to his children. An incredible way we had of honoring one another.

And still I get to honor him every single day, by parenting his son. By modeling the greatest gift of all, daily forgiveness.

Releasing my need for that fairytale life to have been permanent. And accepting the gifts of knowing that life, that love.
Releasing the need to see both of my children grown. And accepting all Gifts, in their impermanence.
Releasing attachment to anything that is not right here, right now. For nothing else truly exists.
Realizing this is all I need. All my needs are met.
And it's all I have. And it's all I need.
That I can count on.
Amen. 

Thanks Mitch, again, for the jackpot you continue to be in My Life.