I'm in love with my best friend. Childhood sweethearts, almost, I suppose. For the past 14 years we've grown up living no more than 10 minutes from each other. We shot cap guns, wore ties as cat tails, played with play mobile, pretended we were star wars characters, ran around in the woods and imagined we owned a chocolate factory, escaped a flock of vicious wild turkeys...the list goes on. Every once in a while, my mind wanders back into our childhood years, and brings me up to the early days when we realized there could be more than 'friends' here. And when this happens, my heart is warmed and the realization that I've fallen in love with my best friend slaps me silly... all over again...a realization thats not getting old, and quite frankly, never fails to put a smile on my face.
I thank God for this peculiar treasure of a man I call "my love".
