Thursday, June 14, 2018

Robert is the Write Man for (me!) sandra, tvgp



so, I would describe my aesthetic taste as
funky, quirky, eclectic

I am well aware this is not for everyone.

when I rented this duplex, and was able to decorate to taste;
evidence in photos above

many people told me as they walked in
"my spouse would never let me..."

and I would just smile

"I don't have a spouse."

***

anyway, I recently came across a quirky, cool, kind-of funky crown in my trunk
"lightbulb moment here!"

and then I had the pictures printed out.. of my sexy and I  -st Helena/napa
with the windows painted in the background
I will be king
and you, you will be queen
and we can be heroes

and I rearranged the chains on the crown here and there..

clipped the pictures on

and to (me!) …   this is super cool

but then..

I started to see it through other peoples eyes..

and maybe not.. maybe not..  maybe I should just keep it here..

and, with some hesitation and internal argument

I landed here, in prayer:

I will gift to him.

and  -in advance-  I know

I will not attach myself in any way to what he does with it

if he puts it in the garage.. im fine with that..

if he whences when he sees it; fine with that

if he smiles politely and places it in a closet or drawer

i'm fine with that.

but I will gift to him.

***

when he went to load up my trunk with my suitcase from a recent romantic weekend

"I have a gift for you in there..."

and he saw the crown when he opened the trunk.

"oh!  a crown..  a kings crown.."  and he was smiling what appeared to be a real smile

but, then..

I pulled it out..  and the chains came tumbling down

and then the pictures..  and the mobile-like feature..  and I showed him in more detail..

and then we kissed

a long, passionate, wonderful kiss

and I left for work

and I was proud of myself for braving the gift-giving

and I reminded myself to be detached from what happens next

closet; drawer; garage..   no matter.  I did my part

***

and my next visit over, 

I pulled into the garage

and when you open the door from the garage to the inside of his house

well!

it is the first thing you see.

and I already love Robert, it's true

but

now I love him even more.


"Thank You! Jesus...!    He is the Write Man for (me!):





for (me!)
every wall is an empty canvas..  just waiting...

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