In times of great transition there is a quiet chaos to the world.
Old, out-moded things are done away with
While new unfamiliar things are added.
There are dozens of details that filter in around the two, filling in the cracks and crevices that were once hard core reality.
You haven't met my Bestest yet and he doesn't even know you exist!
Our children are the periphery benefactors to all this joy and even they cannot put a name to it.
But the important things are the way we feel, those lovely tendrils that are growing out and wrapping around each other until we become one being in our hearts.
It's not something I expected at this age, but what is an age?
Only a way of keeping track of time and time stands still when it is this beautiful.
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