Many thanks to each of you for letting me off so easy last night. Even though I was able to find love in yesterday it was squelched between the pain and the exhaustion. I needed my bed, the one that I so love.
I awoke this morning just as tired as I was when I went to bed last night. I have no idea how that happens. But it does.
The morning was sluggish. The afternoon wasn’t much more productive than that. My friend Tracy and I agreed to meet for drinks and dinner this evening at, of course, Ramsi's. It is one of my favorites. If
you haven’t been there I suggest a little visit. This is the best time of year
because Ramsi’s patio is the most beautiful experience there is in outdoor dining in Louisville. If you know of a better place, let me know. I can’t imagine.
Ramsi’s
When Clare and I began this journey of Discovering Love in 365 Days we committed to showing up in the moment and being authentic. So, it’s true confession time here. I brought a man home with me tonight.
Quiet now. No sense in blowing this out of proportion. I’m an adult. There are women my age who are grandmothers. So, I think it’s perfectly acceptable for me to bring a beautiful, absolutely beautiful, dark haired, voluptuously lipped and chiseled facial featured man home to enjoy. He’s beautiful. The way he looks at me makes me all squeamish inside. I love it when that happens.
It appears as though he can’t take his eyes off of me. I can understand that. My friend Tracy introduced me to him a few weeks ago. Tracy and I take an art class together. She brought him to class and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him then. He can’t take his off of me now. I do believe in love at first sight. Perhaps, just perhaps, I’ve finally fallen in love.
How does that song go, “I think quite possibly I may have fallen for you,” by Landon Pigg. He was falling in love with a coffee shop. But me, oh no, I may have fallen for a Frenchman. I bet he’s going to be one heck of a good kisser. That’s important to me.
The passion of a kiss is in direct correlation to the passion of a lover. If they can’t kiss, well, I guess you can always teach them. You’ll figure it out.
Anyway, I have this Frenchman in my home. He’s in the dining room in the heavy chair at the head of the table. It’s a proper place for a man of his stature. I love having him here. I really do.
It’s been a long time since I had a man in my house. I know tonight when I ascend my staircase, the one I dreaded so much last night (see Maggie’s Day 43 of Discovering Love in Being at Home) he will ascend with me. Together we will go to my bedroom where I will undress as he watches me. Then, I will crawl into bed turn on to my right side, take one last look at him and drift off to sleep. I know my dreams will be sweeter because he’s by my side.
I love the thought of it. Finally, a man in my bedroom. A keeper.
I remember years ago that I dated a guy who I was absolutely crazy about. He moved out west, recently married and hopefully is living in the bliss he so deserves. He was a good guy. He was the only guy in my life who I ever wanted to marry and have his babies in that order. He was a keeper. I should have had him stuffed and mounted on the wall. Oh well.
But now, I have Eugene, Eugene Delacroix, the French romantic artist’s self portrait which my friend Tracy copied and I fell in love with.
When Tracy painted Eugene she captured his essence. It’s that essence that I seek in a man. A beautiful man with a beautiful personality and a beautiful mind who is available, crazy about me and well mannered.
That’s what this is all about. Discovering love in all the things I’ve never experienced before. I’ve never held a Delacroix in my hand. But, he’s mine now and I can’t wait to have him framed so I can hang him on my wall. Not nearly as messy as the stuffing and mounting could have been.
So, I love that I can be so enamored by this beautiful Frenchman. This just lets me know that I’m still human, still feeling human feelings and that one day, just maybe, a real, live, living man will ignite the same flames within me. I do think there is the potential and it took Mr. Delacroix to ignite my senses. Oh, God, thank you.
I love the thought of being in love. Tonight I’m in love with my new painting. I feel magnificent, smiling broadly, warmed, in gratitude that someone cared enough to share their gift with me to enjoy in perpetuity. Oh, there will be sweet dreams tonight. I love you, Maggie ã
How did you discover love today?
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