Mr. Wolf

The biggest drawback to teaching kindergarten, is the effect it has on my immune system. It seems like I've no sooner gotten over one cold, then I catch another.

So this weekend I'm snuggled in my jammies on the couch, keeping warm. A box of tissues is at my side, as is a big jug of water. I can breathe thanks to my decongestant.

After reading my entry about my ruminations at CVS, a friend wrote to ask me "What about Mr. Wolf?" Good question.

Mr. Wolf has been a friend of mine for a long time. I'm not able to fully describe the way I love him, suffice to say that he and I are truly kindred spirits. His humor, his heart, his outlook on life, and his playfulness all affect me deeply. When I'm down, I call him. He lifts me up and reminds me about myself, about all my good qualities. Distance being what it is, phone calls are usually the closest thing we have to being there for each other.

I don't know what life will bring me, whether one day we'll close the distance between us. I do know that he will always be in my heart the way few men have been before.

Why do I write this? He wrote me a letter today that touched my heart. The man can write, no doubt about it. This was the first paragaph:

Words cannot express, the love I feel for you sweet-heart. Poets and writers have strived to put into words the emotion and memory associated with immutable moments in their past which have remained milestones of their lives. An overcast day with the smell of fresh cut grass, a summer's breeze while the warm sunlight casts a radiant glow on your face. These moments linger in our minds and we yearn to express them to others as words and phrases, ever lacking the vocabulary to tell them just how we feel. That is what your love is to me, a warm ray of sunlight with the hint of a fragrant breeze on the wind.

I do not know what I've done to deserve such a one as he in my life, but I am ever thankful.