shutup beavis

When you fall in love with someone it’s like starting a fire. The fire can burn out of control, or you can bank it and let it take it’s natural course.

That fire- for the most part- is often confused with lust. Lust certainly is a component of it, and lust can sometimes be the logs you throw on the fire to make it burn brightly again- but the best fires are the ones that burn long and slow, that warm rather than consume, that bring light and heat.

It’s hard to figure why, or how, but if you’re really lucky, sometimes that fast burning, lust fueled fire at the begining of the relationship turns into a bed of glowing embers that keeps going for the rest of your life. That is the best of all. Knowing that bed of hot embers is still there, ready to be stoked back into a raging inferno when needed, but always there, warm and ready.

Laying next to the ogwife, my hand on her hip, the feeling is like looking at a huge pile of firewood, awaiting my need for the rest of my life.

These two have that kind of relationship- you can see it when you meet them. In fact, a huge number of folks I know- many of them bloggers- have that. Rivrdog and his lady. Mr Completely and the lovely Keewee. Can you smell the smoke in your life? fan those flames this weekend. Send the kids off to gramma, give the dog a big rawhide bone- and remember.