Writing is easy. With writing, I get to take my time. Frequently too much of it.
A few days ago, after Emily had been away for weeks, we were riding in the car and the color of the trees was so stunning that I had to share it. "Look!" is what I should have said. "Those trees are beautiful" would have summed it up perfectly. Instead the words got stuck, and my hand started to shake, which wasn't helpful considering I needed it on the steering wheel.
"Something's pretty," Emily said, "what's pretty?"
I almost cried. Aside from the odd revelation that I've apparently assigned "that's pretty" its own recurring gesture, I felt so unbelievably lucky to have found someone who understood me even when I wouldn't have.
It's funny the things we never think to look for until we already have them.
Wishing all of you success in finding your own words, and someone to be the guide you didn't know you needed.