Most of the time, I find myself wanting to run ahead, wanting to get to that next big step. And I’m so impatient.
But then moments happen like late tonight. When I realize that I truly love the pace that we are going. That it’s helping me to fall a little at a time, and to realize that this is truly something that I want, and truly something that I want to last. And to just realize that I’m ok…that I’m not going to run.
Tonight, it was the touch of your rough stubble on my cheek. It was a feeling that I had wondered if I would be ok with, and in just a heartbeat, I realized that I liked that feeling…that I loved that feeling…that it was comforting…that I would be just fine feeling that for years.