I wrote this today on my flight back from Omaha, I had visited an old friend who I had not seen for eight years and seeing him with his wife inspired me and reminded me of how I see love and what I dream of.

“She is sweet and down to earth, avoiding argument and confrontation. Not because she is weak or passive but because her wisdom tells her that listening can do more to solve problems and create love. In this way she has always been smart beyond her years. And still, it is more than the habbit of religion or small town values, it’s a choice that close friends see burning in her very spirit. Optimistic and witty, her demeanor is more silly than sexy but a playful streak follows her into the bedroom creating a passion that is tru and limitless as it is innocent. She loves to be touched and held, cold days are just a good excuse to hug more and she feels lost without them. Her sweetness averts unwanted advances and men find themselves at her defense, working to preserve her purity as it is special and unique. Perfection in her is only limited by artificial measures, missteps and fumbles serve to intensify her appeal and acknowledge humanity. An hour with her is a trip to simpler times, good is in everything and even the most complex issues can be explored and uncovered. Disagreements wash away like a warm afternoon shower on a bright yellow raincoat, clear and fresh. Conflict stimulates growth and there is always a rainbow to be shared when it’s done, the trees are always growing. Physically she is average and her clothing choice is cute with a splash of beautiful on special occasions. Even so, her presence radiates joy and pushes the five senses to appreciate forgotten subtleties. Children smile at her and she never hesitates to laugh or open her eyes in full to let us in. They sparkle like fireflies dancing in front of a dark sunset. They create a feeling of wonder in how physical realities can mirror spiritual ones, if only for moments at a time. The song is beautiful and alive in that moment, it is recognizable but never exactly the same. She will try anything, but it’s really more about trust than vanity or excess. Truth be told, her adventures have been somewhat modest and even the simplest rounds hold her appreciation. Waking up each day becomes a joy with her. Conversations about the fanciest and best of our world shine as they bounce off of her with added amazement and wonder. Orange beetles freak her out, though she loves animals and nature, she tries to scoop the little things aside rather than exert her will. Family matters to her and people sometimes ask if she was raised under a certain preferred faith. Her friends come in 37 flavors but they all shine from within and share that same infections, disarming glow. She is self conscious but only about her manners, the rest seems almost foreign.”