A whole week and no new post, well last week was a tough one. Pressures and stress of work pushed me into not myself entirely. I did not love as fully as I should have, but that is all over, and I am back to my old self, it made me think about the concept of being lost and when else are we more lost then in a thick fog.

The title of this post might lead some to think about the term “Fog of War” The idea that in battle, there is much confusion and not all things are known. well, I think love can sometimes be that way too.

I get to spend my days. nights, my every time with the greatest woman in the world. Being that close to such a strong love sometimes means I don’t see the basics of that love and take that for granite. for example, when I was crushed from not getting that job, she was there to hold my hand and when I just wanted to sleep she made sure both fans were pointed at me. That might seem small, but I will never forget that action. It reminds me that I need to cherish the ordinary along with the extraordinary.

I am meant to be hers and her mine. I intend to keep it that way until my last day. and while the Fog of Love might get thick at times, our commitment to each other will keep us safe and most importantly, together.