such as this

what a week. i worked long hours and had difficult conversations. many difficult conversations--including admitting that i was wrong, made a mistake, and tried to make it right. the difficult conversations didn't go smoothly and weren't resolved easily.  life is messy and i am messy. 

my last 2 difficult conversations of the week were just before i went home.  i  left feeling emotionally drained, weak and exhausted. i wanted to get home quickly, to my bed--maybe have a good cry. 

but mohammad. he knows how to cheer me up. I may have cried a little in the car, but before long we were recalling together the precious moments when we we last together. like how I threw up on him-- that's so precious to me because I remember the tender way he cared for me.  we talked about the delicious popsicles that got us through the hottest, sweatiest days, and how i forced him to go to the pool when he was too shy and the taxi driver who left us on the highway far from the syrian embassy, and how 'dizzy' he was going up the teleferique (a kind of little gondola that goes from the sea up to the mountain), how we got 2 manakeesh each because we thought they were smaller, how we discovered a local manakeesh place with 'kindness people' on our last day in jail, the weird food we got at a restaurant, the ice cream at rouche rocks, and how i slept our last nap (my flight was after midnight) in his hug and it was perfect. all these and more we relived. and before i knew it i  was feeling better--more than better--ok. that's the power of love as celine dion would say.

then my love faded off to sleep in his hat and scarf and 3 sweaters and 2 pants and 3 blankets, and guns going off in the distance--his good work done for now.

how can i not love such a man as this.  God keep my love. God bring us together soon.