Yesterday, in a conversation about The Hunger Games, my friend Lanelle made a comment comparing her husband to a character in that book/movie. She commented on how stable of an influence her husband was to her. I added that I felt the same way about mine. He is my rock, the one I always go back to.
She added, "No matter what flights of fancy I take, I know that I am his 'flight of fancy."
Stop..... What did you just say?
I love it.
No matter where I go to explore, there is a home base. I get to experiment, in safety, because of the comfort of his arms. He lets me have my time away, secure in his own self, that I will never stray too far.
During my journey of weight loss and self-discovery, he has said I am and was always beautiful. I am and was always lovely. I am and was always perfect. No matter how much I disagreed, he smiled.
Maybe this is the secret of our marriage lasting 25+ years.
I am his flight of fancy.
I am his world.
I am his cool thing.
Thoughts to take with me today: Remember who loves you and always has.