The vibram’s on another foot

It’s such an honor to be lucky enough to be there for a big moment in a special person’s life. On this day, the vibram was on the other foot and the honor was mine. Although I toed the line along side him, this day belonged to my boyfriend, lover, and friend who was running his 1st half marathon. Of course he did fabulous, as I knew he would.

He was there for me when I finally BQ’d — not just at the finish line, but checking in on me at various points along the way, and right there at my side for the final miles.

In this past year, we’ve become so close that it’s hard to remember how it was before. I’ve come to count on him being there for me for both the big and the small moments. Perhaps I’ve come to count on him a bit more than I should. It’s a lot of pressure to put on one person. Still, I want to do the same for him.

This shift in my reliance on someone else to make me okay is a double-edged sword. Today, I am entertaining the notion that it’s the reason why life handed me this life changing moment to face without him — not alone, just without him.

Maybe I needed reminding that I am still the same strong, independent woman he fell in love with. And pretty damn lucky too.

Oh, and thankful. I am so very thankful for how my life has turned around.