Around 7 p.m., on a cold Friday night, exactly 25 years ago, I first saw him.
I first held his hand as we swung our first dance.
I laughed at his first joke, and I fell into his chocolate brown eyes.
The full story is well-known in family and friend lore. (So well-known that when we met a friend’s new boyfriend last weekend, she insisted we tell him the story and added in bits herself. 🥰😆)
His example makes me want to be a better human.
His support gives me time and space to do sacred work.
His vision guides our future.
His laughter and sparkly-eyed wit makes our whole family laugh.
His back squat makes me envious.
And his balanced, loving presence fills my heart.
As you are mine, Dear Buddie, I am yours.