Disclaimer: This will get mushy, if you are allergic to love or me being in the throes of it - please feel free to continue to your next favorite blog
- 551 dayssss give or take a few. That’s the amount of time I have been involved with Mr. Caun Magnegro. When I look in my mind the snapshops breeze past like a slide presentation. Some in color, some in black and white but all full of life. We are still labeled the honeymooners and usually evoke gagging signs from people both single and married, lol That’s ok, I’m loving every minute of it. I tried the other day to compare the length and depth of this relationship (because even though we are married, it’s a relationship) to some of my others and it’s interesting when you look at things. I seem to see myself as being enthusiastic, alot of times to a fault, diving right into the deep water - lifevest be damned. My relationships can all be summed up with that parable the tortise and the hare - I’m all up in some other plane and there is the man just a moseying along; each of us with our own individual agendas towards our own finish lines. The difference in this is that we both stepped on the same road at the same time and continue to run and/or walk this one together. I be damn that I had the relevation that I’ve never walked the same path with a man before - whether it be by my own doing or lack of seeing what he was doing. Dayum I tell yah!





