and I will move heaven AND earth.

All of my life I’ve been a gypsy, by breeding and inclination. I came from a home that was very solid and very much stay at home, vacations involved almost exclusively trips to the homes of relatives and camping- only once did we ever go to any kind of “resort” area and that was an unqualified disaster, and a story for another time.
Being free, or in any event as free as bachelorhood gets, was a great experience. But i flapped around in the breeze.

The ogwife, unlike me, has roots. They dig deep into the soil wherever she is, and become indistinguishable from the bedrock of the planet itself. I had misgivings at one time, and there was no doubt that I was concerned about her solidity and strength and how it would contrast with my nature.

In time, I’ve learned the value of this: Without an anchor against which to push, or pry, or lean, I can have all the power on the planet, but I cannot put it to any use, like Major Tom floating at the behest of his umbilicus.

With an anchor so solid, a source of physical, mental, and spiritual strength I cannot copy nor comprehend, with this foundation I have been able to do far more than I would ever have accomplished by myself.

I see people around me who have the same relationships, and who constantly complain about the “anchor” or ‘Ball and chain”.

I smile.

Most of being happy is understanding just how fucking lucky you are.