F@#! Ya’ll Beat

We always hear, marry your best friend. I learned why this past week. Early in the week, during our weekly check-in, I learned that I am loved far beyond my wildest imagination. My husband explained how he has prepared us for the future. The reality of our age has begun to sink in and things that I had never considered have been handled.  Someone thinking enough of me to prepare for circumstances I can’t fathom is a love language. The love that is needed to think, prepare, and act is Godlike. My best friend loves me in a practical manner. I have never experienced this before.

Felicia

We also laugh, very hard. To me laughing is vital to life. This weekend, Hubbs and I were in bed laughing (our nightly routine). The joke on Saturday night was my dancing. I do not because I can not. My dad used to say, God wouldn’t give us good hair and good dancing. He had awesome hair. So do I and all of my sisters. The result is that I dance off beat and awful. I’m aware and embrace my only fault. While laughing at myself, my rhythm enabled best friend decided to add his two cents. Having never been able to dance, I thought I heard all of the jokes. Not this one. The love of my life said when I dance, I say “fuck y'all beat. I brought my own.”  

      I laughed so hard  that my chest hurt. Then after he went to sleep I thought about it. That is how I have lived my life.  Good, bad, or indifferent. Believe me there has been plenty of each, through it all, I have had my own beat. I have endured the consequences of my actions and enjoyed the benefits of my decisions. Either way, through it all I brought my own beat and my husband has loved me and my dancing. Find someone who won’t dance to your beat but love you regardless.