As I walked with Abby today in the greenest forest of the year, I thought back to Oct. 5 – the day that started it all. Simon and I had come back to our cars after hiking Mount Tzouhalem from the end of Genoa Bay Road. He was about to leave on a retreat for ten days. We hugged good-bye for a very long time, and as we let go and I stepped back, I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. The kiss was not premeditated. I just had a big feeling in my heart that was threatening to cut my chest wide open – and the kiss was the only way I had of expressing myself.
Simon kissed me back – on the lips.
And that was that. I was lost – completely in love.
In the next twenty-four hours we exchanged a short flurry of emails. I freaked out. I called my friend, Julie. “Help! I’m freaking out!”
She was madly calm, telling me that our age difference didn’t matter. I was afraid, but love was stronger than fear.
A few weeks later, Simon changed his Facebook status to “in a relationship since Oct.5.”
We hiked Mount Becher the day after he came back from his retreat. We met early in the morning and there was no hesitation in our kiss – or in the hundred or so kisses we exchanged all the way up the mountain. (I exaggerate only slightly). I’ve never taken so long to get to the top of that mountain.
My life hasn’t been the same since, and believe me, that’s a very good thing. This love has grown, matured, deepened and become more precious every day.
I celebrate six months – six months of loving and being loved in return, of overcoming fears and my past programming. I celebrate our commitment to each other. In my heart I am dancing with my love through the entire day – and anticipating another of those toe curling kisses later tonight.