The Return of My Shams

There are no coincidences.

It's a long story that I don't have time to tell right now, but I will at some point, the meeting my Shams/my Thelma.

It is no wonder that my Webkinz Koalas have been my favorite.
It is no wonder that I have been reading Rumi again.
It is no wonder that I have been listening to Sarah McLachlan's Possession.
It is no wonder that the frame that long held your picture was accidentally broken. (The picture had been moved, thankfully.)

For years I looked for you and could not find you.

I gave up, not because I no longer loved, but because the searching seemed futile. I am everywhere on the Internet. Easy to find if you wanted to find me.

And you finally found me.

There is no anger, Thel. Just relief. I am so glad to have you back in my life, whether for one more moment, or the rest of our lives.

**aside: NJ is throwing an ultra-dramatic temper tantrum. (oh yay.) **

I have open arms for you and nothing but love. I will share our story, if you don't mind. I love our story. :-)

That to come later...