I put my arms around Brian. "People are getting my blog posts about you wrong. My mom is worried about us. She's worried about me", I fret.
He said, "I know the difference between you just being yourself and you trying to hurt me. I know you love me."
And I relaxed. And enjoyed the light and the air and our sweet little girl. Because he trusts my heart. So I can too.
Writing it while it happens opens you up to disaster. This life made of loving people has so many folds to it. I think I don't want to get it wrong, but more than that I want to feel the entire thing with my heart. I don't want to be afraid. Afraid you will get me wrong.