Found what I didn't even know I was looking for.

Who knew? I sure didn't. I just kind of snuck up on me, these feelings, this.....completeness. Not sure what all the worry, fuss and stress was about early on, maybe just insecurities rearing their ugly heads. Seems that the one-of-a-kind-type of guy you read about in those silly romance novels and hollywood movie scripts, does really exist. Don't let the girly-like giggles fool you though, it was a rough and often lonely road to get to here. Won't even get into the age thing, it's just too depressing, but let's just say that "dues have been duly paid". And now it's time to let go of the old insecure worries and enjoy the benefits of being in a loving relationship with another human being that "gets me". Truly can be characterized as "a unicorn". Funny isn't it? How often we have a gender associated with "animals" even ones of fantasy or lore. But for whatever stupid reason, I had always envisioned the "unicorn" as a female. hhmmm, will have to look that up in the psych literature. :P




There is a term in another fictional realm, the Betazedoids call it "Imzadi" and when you look it up in Wikipedia you find this explanation, which is as good as any I could come up with.
It would appear that I have found my Imzadi (or did he find me?)

Happiness is a choice

A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the
lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.

As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.
'I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

'Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait.'
That doesn't have anything to do with it,' he replied.

'Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. 'It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the 20 happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my life.

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in.

So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories!

Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.'
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred..
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.

Contentment

Not sure if the pictures are a bit much or overstating it, but really, can you overstate contentment? Not likely I say.



Just having such an amazing time with my boys, G, J, and Z, as well as my cuddle group friends.



So what if I am dead broke and living on a tight budget? There is nothing that money can buy me that I don't already have.

Thank you boys, you make Auntie Barb ludicrously happy.

**Schmooches**