The fireflies celebrated 3 months of love love love at Disneyland. We shared the special day with my visiting cousin and a constellation of new and old friends. One noted how thrilled she was in seeing me so happy and that we are a glowing couple. Glowing? Cool! We are fireflies
Just shy of being together 100 days; we’ve shared so much despite being so new together. First it was sharing hours of rehearsal time to prepare for a show, then it was parades of family time. Yay, everyone loves him, me, us. What a blessing that is.
He's wonderful and he’s turned my life upside down (in a good) way. Traveling at the speed of joy, I call it. That’s moving forward in life at a speed that is driven by love, passion and joy.
Three months new???? It’s the ones that have yet to meet my firefly that need assurance that I’ve not buzzed myself into dopamine oblivion.
The latest firefly conversation is wanting to play house.
R: “I don’t think we’re moving fast, just efficiently with time.”
Jnet: “Would you proceed as efficiently 3 months with another person?”
R: “Not another, they would be a nightmare. Not you.”
It’s amazing and encouraging that loved ones near and dear to us are enjoying the firefly buzz. Being three months happy has its moments of taking my breath away. But I occasionally have a moment steal in which makes me realize that my life is evolving. And like a kitty of habit that’s enjoyed a particular sunny spot, the thought of change sometimes makes me want to cry.
Jnet: “Thinking of the future is a wee bit dizzying. Whew. Must fasten seatbelts.”
R: “Sorry. You want me to keep the plans I have to myself, then?”
Jnet: “No, don’t keep it to yourself. Just keep kissing me to keep me sane.”
R: “Yikes. Dont worry. It’ll be okay however things end up. Promise.”
Jnet: “Shine the way and I will follow.”
And so I follow, this man who is afire with love, vision, and kindness.
JNET
