Pig in Mud

I am so completely in love. Jeff. He is my wonderful. The man I was always supposed to be with. Lucky me. Sometimes we just look at each other and giggle. I am 60 and in some ways even though I have been married twice and had a third about to be husband Jeff is my first real boy friend. He is 68. So it can happen. Of course he was married for 40 years who by all accounts was a saint. So I digress to give her some credit right up front. She probably did all the training and nurturing. And he has an amazing 90 year old mother who also must get lots of credit here.

Now to Jeff. He is perfect. Kind, handsome, tender, bright, funny,loving silly athletic and just larger than life. And he is humble. I have never seen him try to be something he is not. He walks in a state of grace. He is honest. He is unassuming. And he has all his hair. So this is my life.

How do you meet such a man? Where do I even start. The short--very short--answer is J-date. I met him on-line of all things. Something that just four years ago I would not have considered even briefly. I was out of my mind at the tail end about to spin completely out of control trying to be god knows who. I was just leaving my insipient alcoholic stage emerging with a full blown problem and convinced I was the only human in the world. I had just left my second husband who to be fair was a terrible choice for me and incredible teacher. If it is true that we learn from our mistakes he had volumes to teach me and that he jumped in with both feet is serving me well today.