Nourishment of Love

No matter what slings and arrows I'm dealing with in my life, through every moment of it I am endlessly grateful to have beloved beowabbit as part of my life.

Last night I was feeling trampled and defeted, and had I been alone I would have just gone home to weep. But he treated me to a lovely Japanese dinner, where we sat on the same side of the booth (as is our custom) and I could feel his warmth and strength beside me.

He's a wonderful listener, and he let me simply spill out what was wrong without reserve (it's work-related). He doesn't set himself to solving my problems for me, but he'll offer feedback if he has it, and I always value it.

He brought me home so I could sleep safely in his arms. Because I was upset, my libido was low, and he was entirely willing to keep things simple, and I was able to enjoy intimate closeness with him, which is healing. He knows my mood will improve, and it will.

He helps me remember what's really important. Not this job, not the chaos of frazzled times and hardship. Love, caring and compassion are what is important. He is not only my lover and my beloved, but also my friend. He loves me and lets me love him back. That outshines just about any hurdle life throws my way.

I love you, sweetie.