Meat pies for soul mates

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
~Emily Brontë

The moment that I looked into his eyes.  I knew that we were in love.  I knew that we would spend the rest of our lives together.  I knew there had been other lives.  When we looked into each others eyes we become one.  There was an instant connection at a deep soul level which felt like coming home.  It didn’t matter how this man’s body was packaged.  I loved his soul.  It helped that his was packaged so beautifully… or maybe it didn’t.  I looked into his eyes and I seen sadness, kindness, anger and a twinkle of hope, behind that I seen perfection.  A troubled man whose heart was so big it was hurting… but he was strong.

I felt safe in his arms and comforted in the fact that his strength would carry us through the future hardships we would endure.  They were inevitable.  We were young, afraid, careless but happy.  There were a few litres of Sangria along the way and then a few more.  There were a few meat pies too, before there was vegetarianism, for one of us, there are still meat pies for the other.  There was never any anniversary celebrations, we have spent lifetimes together so you start to lose track after a while.  Our birthday presents were wrapped beautifully, does newspaper count?  When we opened our presents kindness spilled out, there was always kindness.  Even more so now.  Oh… the laughs!  Peace was an unwritten rule when we went to sleep at night, neither of us okay with confrontations.  Then there was sickness and unwavering support.  The gift of children bestowed upon us and unconditional love.  Fear, but mostly unconditional love.

There is by no means perfection here but there is always effort.  We focus on each others strengths, as there are many weakness but eventually you start to forget.  Now that there is surfing and green smoothies, the essence has stayed the same.  We move past shitty things and just continue to hold each others hands, not as much as we should, however the intention is always there.

There is always hope and excitement over what the future may bring.  One thing is a guarantee… more LOVE.

Twelve years… So much gratitude!

Kylie Riordan x


*Disclaimer:  All my blogs are intended to empower you and enable you to take responsibility to make the best choices for yourself.  The choices that I make in MY life may not be the best choices for you.  I do not judge anyone who has different opinions to me.  Kudos to you for choosing your own path in life.  I merely am a human being trying to make my life the best it can be whilst sharing what I have learned along the way.  I am mindful mummy trying to heal and master the art of making one person smile a day… at the least!