I met you late in life.
I didn’t even know I was looking for you.
What started out as a chance meeting and then a few visits here and there, turned into a regular thing.
It was a little shaky and jittery at first. I’ll admit it, I was shy.
You were aggressive. Bold and bitter.
I wasn’t sure I could stomach your bite.
But over time, you grew on me.
The things I accomplished with you by my side kept me wanting more.
Those sleepless nights with Little Bee, my party girl. Come morning you were there to help me jump-start my day.
The “taxi service” I now run is so much more enjoyable with you as my co-pilot.
The intolerable cold of winter seems less intolerable.
Even the 5:30 wake-up call to pound the pavement or jump in the pool is easier to stomach if I know you are waiting for me when my eyes open.
I don’t want to know what life would be like without you.
I have grown accustomed to your presence.
Promise me you will never be too far.
I know, gag, right?