I have said thanks to my blog mentor. However, I have neglected to say thanks to the one who has shown me the greatest love that I have ever felt or known here on earth from a man.
He loves me in a way that allows me to see the big picture.
He leads me in a way that it is my honor to follow him. (Despite my being a strong willed and minded sister)
He loves me on my good days and on my not so good ones.
On my not so good days, he doesn’t push me away, which is a big thing to me, having been pushed far away and relegated to the back burner in the past.
He loves me in words and in deeds at all times, giving me the freedom to trust him-implicitly.
When things become trying or downright scary- he stands with me.
He believes in me.
It was he that encouraged me to finish editing and post my first blog. Truthfully, I would still be editing and contemplating posting were it not for his loving, firm deadline of that evening.
I love him and thank him for restoring my faith in men; particularly Black men.
The way we met was unusual.
I had resigned myself to be with myself. I challenged myself to allow that to be enough. I was making love to mashed potatoes, vodka, macaroni & cheese, and tequila regularly, to feel the comfort that eluded me; as I reeled emotionally from a relationship that I allowed to ravage me for way too long. My body was nice and round as a result at the time.
So, I was talking to someone about something that I have long since forgotten, when they asked if I knew him. Looking to see who she meant, there he was, standing so close to me that we were practically touching.
I admit I was somewhat over love. Ok, a lot over love, at the time. Especially over men that are easy on the eyes. They seem to feel entitled to send you through a multitude of changes. So, we exchanged our greetings and I left him having decided to forget about him.
He was persistent, and I am glad.
He has changed my life. He has worked out with me, lovingly encouraging me as I run, lift, sweat, and lose weight. He has afforded me the love, comfort, support, and encouragement to lift my voice and follow my passions.
I thank him for having the strength and the courage to love me. I love him more than these words can convey. He is my King.
Thank you J.
SELF LOVE~SELF ACCEPTANCE~SELF RESPECT
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