2014 was my year of love.
This was an easy one to decide. I didn’t have to parse through experiences and memories looking for a common thread. There were no leaps or generalizations or maybe-sort-ofs about it.
That was my word last year.
My mother jokingly talked about what she would have put on the Christmas card had we done one this year.
FATHER started a new job and took up triathlons. He’s great!
BROTHER finished up his degree and started a job in a new state. He’s great!
JILLIAN’S heart was healed after a very long time of pain. She’s great!
Love, love, love.
What a good word. What a good year.
I wrote a letter to my boyfriend for New Years and I thought I would share a piece of it with you here.
I figured this would be a good time to start referring to him by his real name on this blog of mine, too.
My dearest Robert,
If you told me last year at this time I would write you a letter for New Years that started “my dearest Robert” I would never haves bought it. Last year I was so caught up in a nowhere relationship, so far away from being with you.
I always knew you liked me.
I know I say I was surprised about the love, and I was, but I knew you liked me in the way that other guys have liked me. I saw it in the looks you gave me and in your willingness to spend time with me.
But the thing I said and I mean, was I didn’t know how you loved me. I didn’t know you loved me more than anyone has ever loved me. I didn’t know you would be so patient and willing and eager and selfless with me.
Perhaps you didn’t know either, when it comes down to it.
I needed to be loved an incredible amount. It was a tall order, and probably why everyone thought it impossible, including me.
And then you came along.
So yes, I was surprised with how you loved me.
I was surprised anyone would love anyone like that.
Love, love ,love.
2014 was a good one.
Here’s to 2015.