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A Whole New World

I’ve been hemming and hawing about sharing this
publicly, because it’s just… I just don’t think the
general public is ready to understand.  Certain
feelings that go deep for other individuals can make
others uncomfortable.  Love like this isn’t fully
embraced, even in these modern times.  And yet, I
can’t keep this inside anymore.  
I met someone.  She’s changed my life in so many
ways.  She’s made me really rethink about how I
treat myself.  She’s been kind, nourishing, validating,
powerful.  So please be kind.
This is Veronica.
A little selfie action with my love
My husband has been extremely supportive, as he's noticed my consumption of green whole food juices has increased exponentially. Unfortunately, she’s only staying at our house until the end of February when I need to return her to my mom.  Yes, Veronica belongs to my mother, true, but my heart belongs to Veronica.  For almost a week now, she has shown me things that I never truly believed a blender could do.  No matter what baggage you toss at her, whether beets or celery or carrots or spinach, to pulverizes with gusto and excitement.  She turns greens into a thing of beauty that I drink every day with anticipation.
We’ve had a wonderful time in this short week
together and I’m really looking forward to making
more memories until she has to return home.

Having a sweet moment of reflection with Veronica

Veronica and my morning coffee talk.  She's a great listener.

We even like the same TV shows and laugh at the same jokes!


PS: A big shout out to my friend Andrea who
encouraged me to share my unconventional love
story.

Comments

  1. yo mamaJanuary 5, 2018 at 3:14 PM

    GIRLFRIEND YOU ARE IN THE WRONG LINE OF WORK. AMAXING😁

    ReplyDelete
  2. Holly WinterJanuary 6, 2018 at 7:13 AM

    A good listener is hard to find. Veronica is a keeper!

    ReplyDelete

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