Ah, the kidney stone. Like many births, the time leading up to it was the hardest, and like a grown child, it left with little fanfare.
OK, that was a little corny, but it apparently left at some time since I have no more pain. I'm a little disappointed because I was really curious about what this small object looked like. Yes, it's a little gross, but I am fascinated by odd things.
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A relationship relies on the partners being able to tag-team each other; to help the other out. When one stumbles and loses sight of the big picture, the other is there to offer a hand and be strong. It works both ways. It must.
We help each other grow, nourishing the new-found ideas and abilities. Ever vigilant of the bugs that may eat away at the buds. Teaching and sharing, holding together in safety. Dusting off the day to day grime that can gather on leaves.
He called me his angel shortly after we met. I was here to take care of him and strengthen him for what may lie ahead. Little did I know that he, too, was an angel. He's taught me about life and shown me who I am inside. He's nurtured my small sparks of life and they have grown stronger and taller.
We're together in this garden, with roots entwined, nourishing each other's soul and standing strong against the weeds that sometimes threaten our existance; even when water is scarce and we thirst for the coming rain.
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