This man, seemingly running away from me, has a heart bigger than my imagination could hold and a soul to match.
I met him a mere ninety six months ago to date… And a day has not gone by without me feeling infinite gratitude for the lucky fate which has been bestowed upon me. I have always been very lucky, winning lotteries and such. And this too, being able to spend each day with this man, watching his graceful walk upon this earth, laying my head each night on a neighboring pillow, and hearing his soft voice in the dark. Dumb luck is all that can explain it.
He is polite. When my tendency is to be weary on a street market in Shanghai – haggle and say NO to pushy vendors, he gently reminds me of our status as guests in their city, and so we happily accept their best offer.
He is generous, answering my fifth call of the day with the same excitement and interest as the first. And his sincere round face and attentive eyes always make you feel heard, like your story is the most interesting, regardless of everything that is happening in this vast universe, you are worth all his attention and more…
But as a father. And as a husband. And a friend. He is more than anything good my mind could have conjured up. Life with him, is life exceeding expectation. Life with him is happiness each day. Is falling in love with 6 pm itself. When the door opens. And no matter the weather outside, he walks in all sunshine and ready for an adventure. And everything is an adventure. Sharing a piece of bread and some cheese, having a little lime in our water… everything is so good… everything is so funny…
In his presence, my poor heart often skips a beat or two…
And he is fun to be around. He is hungry for philosophy, business, technology, running, biking, hiking, music (vintage 80’s, techno, U2, Lady Gaga…), chess, films, Paulo Coelho, travel, wine, and good food of all origins… He talks passionately and intelligently of the things he loves. And he greets all new things with anticipation…
How I wish I could go on and on, but after all I am an UrbanMom and have to get back to my real work….
Dear Mr. Urban, nice to have met you!
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