Stopping to smell the flowers

I’ve been deliberating as to when and what I was going to share, but she took the lead, so here I go:

For 27 years now I’ve been traveling through life waiting to find ‘the one’ woman I was to share the rest of my life with. There have been many possibilities, some failed starts, and a handful of painful stops. The term ‘crash and burn’ applied to my romantic attempts for a few years there… you girls know who you are.

In the last few years, as I’ve sought after God with a renewed focus (after 7 years of wandering) I’ve seen my values and priorities change dramatically. The women I used to swoon over now barely register, or actually trigger some level of disgust. The women I used to pass over are some of my best friends and closest confidants.

As I was thinking of how to convey the most recent wrinkle in the ongoing saga, a floral metaphor came to mind:

We spend all day looking at the bulbs/seeds and looking at the card (surface) with a picture of what the plant might look like. The word might there is the key: some bulbs are duds, and some grow into completely different flowers due to a mis-sorting along the way.

Then there are the flowers that have started growing, but not blossomed yet. They are just budding… teasing us with when they will blossom.

So… as I looked around at bulbs (potential relationships) around me a flower blossomed right in front of me… and it took me awhile to even see it. I had to … stop and smell the flower (sorry).

All that to say… I’ve found someone right under my nose. Our relationship has been growing for over a year now, and has recently blossomed into something more than friendship.

It’s a sweet fragrance indeed, and I’m excited to see where God’s will and life’s path will lead us.

This weekend she posted this quote… I read it today and just about died:

Then the time came when the risk it took
To remain tight in a bud was more painful
Than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais Nin