Feeling the love

image I am always aware of my love for Simon. I am conscious of it with every breath and heartbeat. But there are also times when I feel a sudden body rush of love that wells up somewhere inside and explodes through every pore – so strong that it feels like my body can’t contain it.  I can’t say what brings on this overwhelming sensation that is part joy, part exhilaration and wholly adoration. It’s never anything big – no grand gestures on his part are necessary. It’s usually the smallest thing: a look, a smile, a tender touch.

This morning, I experienced this glorious feeling at least twice, and when it came, I felt like the luckiest woman on earth. In fact, I suspect that if I took a global survey or conducted a scientific poll, I would discover that I’m right: I am indeed the most fortunate woman on the planet.

I told Simon this, because I realized that it was true: I have never been loved before. I have been the subject of need, want, lust, control – a mix of many different emotions, but never pure, selfless, undemanding and committed love. I love loving Simon – and I adore, appreciate and celebrate having this amazing man love me as he does.

It is surely the greatest gift I have ever received, and I will never take it for granted.

Last night, our intention was to get to sleep early, but being the twits that we are, we started giggling: I think it had something to do with straws stuck in mouthwash bottles, or possibly platypus bags hanging from the ceiling (it’s a long story). Needless to say, plans of a long night’s sleep didn’t quite materialize.

But we did go up the awesome trial on Mount Tzouhalem and, as always, it was glorious to be out and to share all the beauty of spring on the mountain with the Love of my Life.
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