Today is the first day

---of December.
------of a new path I'm on.
----------of the rest of my life.

There is no way around it.  My life has changed forever because I have met someone who is my new center.  Everything revolves around him.  Its more than love being injected into my being. It is mindset, it is dreams and hopes and plans.  It is about my future as a 'me' but more importantly,  part of a WE.

I had a goal of losing the unhealthy fat from my body by November 1st. I have achieved that and then some.  One of the reasons I thought this was a good time to achieve that goal is it would be two years since Gary's death.  Everything I read and heard was that two years out from a loss is a stepping stone to beginning your life anew with possibly another person if you are so lucky.

And I AM so profoundly lucky.

I thought I would have to join an online dating website to meet people who would interest me.  My luck got me much farther because my new love was right in my neighborhood.  How convenient!

How strange that he tells me now that he was insecure and did not call me right away because he thought I would reject him!  He had became the divorced man's version of a social butterfly taken in by the flock of neighbor ladies who brought him under their wings as their project.
But he did finally ask me for my number and called me for lunch.  Two days later we were out attending another event and then I left town for four hellishly lonely days apart.

What the heck happened to ME?
I had been turned into an US overnight.

As he tells me, he believes that he 'caught lightning in an eye dropper'.  This guy has so many sayings, he could write a book of this stuff. I should take notes and publish one.  He's  interesting, fun loving, adventurous, open minded and is a very rare man in the way he actually tells you what he feels.

And I mean everything.  All.The.Time.

He tells endless tales of the misadventures in Alaska as a kid and as a student at Boise State. He enjoys telling his stories because they make us both laugh.  What's not to love?

I wonder as I fold laundry, or vacuum or pick weeds, what is the BFD with saying to someone, "I love you"?  When is the relationship 'mature enough' to be able to say it?   And who writes the rules on this shit?  Why does there have to be rules at all?  Who cares that I fell in love with a man and he with me and that we both know it is not infatuation or puppy love or a crush.  We have both experienced love so we know what it is and what it is not.  This is it.

So I sit here and write my thoughts into cyberspace's notebook, listening to Pandora as it churns out old 70's songs that are newly special to me.  Songs with lyrics of love, and falling in love, being with my baby, and being happy.

Today is the first day of many many more full of promise, hope, happiness.  I hope I never get to the end of this string of firsts.

♥♥♥ Hello from the top of the world! ♥♥♥