Bloggin’ for Apples

There are days that everything clicks and there is this most wonderful “WE”,  and then there are the days where from many causes,  the doors shut and we don’t seem to meet or click or “hug” each other. 

We leave our other half knocking at our respective doors, needing a hug, and we don’t hear the knocking,  don’t open the door. How sad, doncha think?  It doesn’t have to be that way, you do understand that, as do I.  Actions, actions, actions mean so much some for all times, even when the action is as simple as a “hug”. 

We must always open our doors.  You don’t want to leave or be left on the other side of a locked door when a hug is needed, me neither.

One could say that life is like that and somedays yuh just don’t feel like hugging.  But for  me, on such a day,  I try to redouble my effort to smile and give my baby her “hugs”.  It’s not tough really, and gives her what she needs.  We can’t always line up our moods, but we can make the choice to be there to give that hug.  Even on a day where “yuh just don’t feel like huggin’ “,  you know what is is to want that hug and not get it…

Does this make sense?

You know, every New Year’s Eve, I am optimistic, yet a bit sad, cause, it usually is just more of the same to look forward to. This year, it’s different. I have the most wonderful woman in my life, and we are so full of love for each other, that I can’t wait to start each and every day with her in my life.

Every day we seek to understand each other and to get closer to becoming one person. Some days are more difficult and some are quite natural and confirm what we know. That is, we will reach our goal and be one.

We will have that happy life.

I used to smoke a bit. For perhaps 7 or 8 years. One day, I had something of a chest pain and asked my brother, Doctor Ron, about that. He said, “Hey, maybe you should consider not smoking…”. That day was my last cigarette. For some, I think that the journey may not be so “easy”.

As I type this, the most wonderful, delicate, sweet woman is beginning this journey. She knows it will be hell, and so do I. In the last twenty four hours (the first day “on the wagon”), we have had a couple of bad “moments”, more than usual. We don’t fight as a rule, but oh them stinkin’ ciggies…

This is a first blog.

A Woman Lives in a town in Colorado. She is soft, delicate, and a complete delite to know. I plan to become her other half.

This is a first post and I just added a trackback to OfficerDuplicity.com