The Gravity of Decisions

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     As he rolls over, the covers move too easily. There should be tension from her body; like a butterfly wrapped in a cocoon… But he’s alone. It’s a little warmer than usual today, as he turns off the fan and notices an Autumn smell. 
     Rhythmically descending the stairs, he stop to lean in the doorway. The sun shining through the kitchen windows, forming her silhouette. Hair’s up with the kitchen coming to life. Like an engine room… she is baking for later and cooking breakfast for now.
     In a flash, she’s twisting like a slow-motion tornado has absconded her away from the ingredients and taken her breath away. Waltzing with her love; on the way to morning’s first kiss. She thanks him for the handwritten note he laid out the night before. Always one-step ahead of the other, their life is spent in a ‘surprising romance.’ 

     After a difficult courtship, they’ve enjoyed something different every day. Bonding through shenanigans, literature, adventure, and peace. That person who’s next to you when nature’s quiet… preferring a silent world with them, rather than alone. 
     Looking forward to the rolling waves of noise at family events. For most, these are extra special days to see folks that are uncommonly gathered. Butterfly changed those routines. Time is precious and they often visit the branches of the family tree and collect quality time. Soaking in the laughter and stories that are unavailable any other way. 
     After breakfast, their only delays come in getting dressed. She’s begun to collect beautiful choices from their adventures traveling to small places. Further trouble arises when they get caught up in a long shower together and dry off back in the bed. Breakfast did little to curb the appetite… It often doesn’t…
     She’s the perfect partner. He knows that later, seeing his love helping Mother into the front door. Both smiling through the struggle of mobility, maintaining their small talk. The ring in his jacket is stirring… It’s been there since before the first hike. His heart is even warmer now watching his two special ladies ascend the porch for Thanksgiving.
     There’s no wrong time to take the next steps together. Telling himself it would feel natural… yet, every moment does. She’s an ancient spirit. Shedding from one generation to the next. Drawn to his light… and after a million exchanges, they still hyperfocus with each timeless stare. Sharing their souls when they lock eyes. 
     Cheeks are red with laughter and cold air for the holiday. Everyone swaying together as one big family tree in a refreshing mountain breeze. Feeling almost perfectly inebriated with her head on his shoulder, listening to stories… As time passes, they’ll be the elders, passing down their adventures. Just as unpredictably as they met… he gets up to refill her cup, something falls out of his pocket… What a life.

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