Flights of fancy

I've been listening to people lately, much more than I ever have before. If you listen, you find that ordinary people say extraordinary and profound things.

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.