In which my cup runneth over

This evening Hubby and I hosted a joint celebration of our birthdays and invited our Heart Family over for “horse do-vers” and dessert. About a dozen of our nearest and dearest, including both of my boyfriends and Hubby’s girlfriend, graced us with their delicious noms and wonderful company. We were able to introduce members of our circle to others who had previously never met, but heard many tales of each other. My first homemade cheesecake ever was a hit! My Kitchen Witch status has been preserved! A couple of friends showed whom we didn’t expect.

I got to watch my loved ones make new connections and deepen the ones we already have. I felt my inner circle increase in strength. Our bonds growing as we laughed together, shared stories and common interests, ate amazing food, and just simply enjoyed one another. I got to spend time with all three of my men in the same place. Best of all I got to kiss and touch each of them openly without censure or modifying behavior for anyone’s sensibilities. My heart was near bursting with love and contentment.

“Oh, come now!” you may scoff. “You must be exaggerating somehow.”

Every person in that room has problems. Some are having housing issues and looking to move soon. Others have experienced recent breakups. A couple have had some health issues lately.  There really is a certain amount of easement when burdens are shared amongst loved ones. We are a community, and we help one another through the low times so we can celebrate our victories together. Tonight was definitely one of those surreal moments where I can only conclude one thing…

I am the luckiest gorram woman in the ‘verse.

Jamais la rose sans la piqûre….

My favorite color for roses is peach. A very warm and loving hue for me. I mentioned this to my mother sometime in my teens. She smiled and told me that my father brought her peach colored roses when I was born. Apparently, my shade preference was imprinted very early on in my life. Of course I learned later in life that roses were of a dangerous sort of beauty with their thorny stems. If you don’t handle them carefully, you’re liable to be pricked and bleed.

I can think of other metaphors to compare Life and Love, but I resonate most with roses. The blooms are sweet-smelling and the petals are velvety to the touch. Is there nothing more sweet-smelling than a freshly-bathed baby? (Okay, not everyone thinks so, but I know plenty of parents and grandparents who do!) And such soft velvety skin newborns have! *melt* Oh, and the fuzzy pink stupids of new relationship energy (NRE) when you first meet that special new person. So shiny! So lovely! Their shit doesn’t stink yet! Yet…. There’s always a ‘yet’….
You weren’t paying too close attention when you picked up that rose. Ouch! Pricked by a thorn. You got a little hasty. Ouch! Another thorn. You knocked over the vase and attempted to catch it. Ouch! Scratches up and down your arms, not to mention broken glass and water splashed everywhere. All you parents and caregivers know about the bumps, bruises, bruised egos, broken arms, broken hearts, bad colds & flus, bad grades, and other ailments between infancy and adulthood. For those who haven’t spawned or are in charge of rugrats, I’m certain you remember some of your own, or at least wish your cousin would quit telling that embarrassing story about the time you bounced her head off a trampoline in a fit of pubescent hormonal rage (yes, this really happened and frankly, I’m still mortified nearly 30 years later). Finally comes the day when the shiny has worn off and the cute little habits like leaving the cap off the toothpaste or not cleaning up after making a sammich are not so cute. You got a little carried away, no condom was used, and now there’s a pregnancy scare and/or STI test results pending. You get knocked up after only three months of being together, and that’s when you discover he’s a raging alcoholic in denial and a pathological liar. You finally leave when he becomes abusive and you fear for your infant’s safety as well as your own.
Yes, that last example also really happened, but that’s a story for another post.
Life has it’s ups and downs. Same goes for Love and relationships. There is Pleasure, as well as Pain. Hopefully, during those sweet-smelling, warm, and loving times when everything is coming up roses, we are mindful of the thorns and handle the pokes and scratches with Grace and gentleness as to minimize the bleeding.
 
Jamais la rose sans la piqûre…. Never the rose without the prick….