A love letter from the rebellion.

Dearest.

There is so much I want to say to you, but most importantly this: I love you. 

I love how you look forward to your cozy sheets, especially when they are warm from the drier. I love how you marvel at sunsets and how a sunrise can make you cry. I love how you sip your coffee, quick sip at first for a temperature check, and then full indulgence. 

I love how when our eyes meet, yours will always stay longer than mine.

(I realized only recently how the intensity of a gaze is often too much for me. I feel overwhelmed when our eyes meet for too long and I have to look away from you. It's not that I want to, it's that I have to.)

I love how you love me back, even when you are frustrated with my words. Even if they don't really resonate. 

(Or maybe they do.)

You still show up. 

You're still here. 

I see you. 

When I say to you that you already know, this is my way of reminding you of your own great beauty. 

Do you feel it? 

Does the deep wisdom of ancient things stir in you belly like it does in mine? 

The awakening of that knowing and allowing space for it to bloom has been one of the most significant parts of my life. I cannot believe that I get to share it with you. 

That you're still listening.

I love how you love the smell of sea air. And cotton candy. And burning fires. 

And most of all, I love how you are being a little softer with yourself these days. A little more forgiving... and how the lines on your face trace stories of worlds you've lived.  

I love those stories, too. 

with my entire heart, 

Natalie