treasures

a few weeks ago i opened our mailbox which contained a package from a lovely woman that is slated to be my next wife.  technically, i’ve never had the first wife unless you count my husband as a wife, which he isn’t.  see last post.  i guess that will make one wink my first “official” wife someday.

you make be sickened of the “affair” that she and i have, and are tired of hearing about how amazing she is, in addition to hearing that she is one of my soul mates.

she’s got an ear for new music, she would do well to be a music scout.  she shares her music with me, which i love, as do my kids.  i know nothing about music, really.  i mean, i crushed on boy george for YEARS.  (that’s proof positive that i engage with people on a level that surpasses their outside beauty.)

back to the package.  i opened it up, unwrapped the gift and cried.  yep, my family were around to back that up.  i cried over the thoughtfulness of my friend, and how it is that she seems to “get” me just a little better than some whom i’ve walked with physically for years.  then i opened her card.  and i cried a little more.

these were tears of joy, not of sadness.  according to my therapist (and i agree), we cry during happy times due to those happy times being connected to our sadness.  this makes sense as to why women cry at weddings, right?  they know what getting married REALLY means, so they are grieving for their loved one that is getting married, yet misery loves company.

one wink and i haven’t met “formally” but we discovered each other on grampa’s blog in the comments.  this was odd due to us having another blog in common, the peevery.  we “knew” some of the same people on the peevery, yet we met over at grampa’s house.

you can’t tell me that’s not fate.  if you are binary, then you prolly would deny fate’s involvement.  that’s ok, i like opposing views due to it making life interesting if you have an open enough mind to consider the “other” side of things.

so, internets i present to you my coveted gift from one wink, and the front of the card she included (which looks remarkably like me).

a piglet for a piglet

secret compartment

love this dancing lady

thanks again, one wink you are a treasure to have as a friend.