|From June 2011|
For years, years and years, we've discussed it in the nebulous "someday" terms. We've said, "When the time comes, we'll do it."
And now, here we are.
My first inclination is to dig my heels and refuse. Really. That's what I feel like doing.
And as I try to dig in, to ignore what is right in front of us, I feel myself being carried along, no dragging allowed. Placed here. It wouldn't be overly-dramatic to declare God, Himself, seems to have designed it thus.
Right at the edge. Unknown.
Here I stand, staring at the vast space in front of me. Scared.
I look down to see my hand is not empty. Instead, in it resides the hand of the man I promised to love for always.
He looks even more nervous than I do.
He has even more to lose than I do.
"It's time," I say, trying to sound brave. I bounce on the balls of my feet, ready to just get it over with already.
"It is," he agrees, then falters. "It's happening too fast."
"No," I counter. "All is as it should be."
He grips my hand tighter. We're in this together. Always together. We bend our knees, to prepare for the free-fall. "1,2,3!" We push off.
It's time to leap.