One day last week, at my regular twelve step meeting place, I went outside with a man that I’ve had a passing acquaintance with for a few years.

We have always been happy to see each other, smile with genuine pleasure when one, or the other walks in. We’ve had a number of very comfortable conversations about family, the fact that he grew up with my first cousin, nearby.

When we were outside that day, he said something that was very sweet.

I said, “I have got to give you a hug!”, I proceeded to do so.

After the hug, our arms went, quite naturally, around each other’s waists, as if we’d been doing it all of our lives, I looking up, he looking down, we both thought about kissing, but it just wasn’t necessary, if you know what I mean.

It was magical in it’s “ordinariness”. There was no flaring passion, no tentativeness, no nervous tension. It was just obvious that we fit together, like a key in a lock.

He only comes in to town on the weekends, so he’ll be there early tomorrow morning. I’m not normally an early riser, but he is…. he’s a “farm boy”, born and raised, so up at 5am is normal for him. Normal for me? Sometime before noon….(I’ll be setting my alarm).

We are both 61, not at all in a hurry.

I hope that he has enjoyed the anticipation of seeing me again, as I have enjoyed anticipating seeing him.

I’ve never experienced a “fitting together” like that, in my entire life.

It’s not “urgent” as it is when you’re young. I know where he will be. He knows that I’ll be there too.

There’s a “rightness” about this that has no fear or anxiety attached to it.

Am I just a crazy old woman? I’ll find out tomorrow morning…

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