I'm so thankful for the freedom he gives me to go, to be me, to 'fly', to have adventures. No jealousy. No entitlement. No guilt. A 'yes' face. It attaches me deeply to him and makes me so grateful and thankful. Wise man. He has more of me because he lets go of me. Secure. Trusting. A paradox.......a lovely paradox.
He says we have shaped each other over the years. Trained each other how to love the other one the best way possible. We have absorbed the good parts somehow and lost the sharpness of the weaknesses a bit. Softened edges. I'm not as messy, try to be consistent out of courtesy for him, want to serve him more instead of taking all of his generosity and kindness for granted - I want him to feel how he makes me feel....loved, respected, cherished, honored, chosen, wanted and liked.
He has made himself take more risks, which isn't easy as he loves security and safety. He sees how much fun I have with adventure and wants some of his own. Fun to watch! It seems like I am taking on some of his traits and he is trying on some of mine. Hmmm.
"Winning can be fun"! :)