I often wonder how I got with my wife.
We’re super compatible in so many ways.
And yet, I must admit, I originally noticed her at that barbecue
because she was hot.
Well, maybe there was more to it.
She wore blue jeans not a skirt.
Boots not heels.
She was working the room (or the yard as it were), painting smiles on passersby.
No name brands.
A cool long, suede jacket a cowboy could wear.
Her hair wasn’t done, wasn’t crunchy or full. It was just there.
She laughed wonderfully. Naturally.
And when we talked for the first time, it was like a waterslide.
No friction,
going everywhere together effortlessly.
Yeah, I was lost in her eyes
but I would have noticed if the flow wasn’t there.
So maybe love isn’t just an impulsive arrow going through.
Maybe it’s a bunch of little pieces,
coming together.
Flecks of stone and wood and glass swirling up off the ground
to create something
beautiful
complex
and able to hold things.
Fate, love, joy, peace, magic…
Maybe there’s more going on,
a blueprint designed in the blink of an eye
an algorithm being written
dutifully evaluating the physics of the scaffolds that will become our towers,
a massive amount of computation
going on
in the background
all at once
while I contemplate her lips.