We sat close on the porch steps, watching the lightning in the distance, listening to thunder, feeling incoming summer storm wind. We talked as new friends and old souls. Effortless, exciting, comfortable, connecting. We “talked about life, God, death, and your family.” Hearts falling in love, waiting for the rest to catch up.

Finally – here you are, my love.

Ten years later we sat on the cold driveway, watching the lightning in the distance, listening to thunder, feeling the incoming spring storm wind. We talked as old friends and wounded souls. Heavy, difficult, pained, reconnecting. Hearts strong-will loving, waiting for the rest to catch up again.

Still – here you are, my love.