Sometime in April 2024….

Mindy and I were watching a fictional show tonight and in a particular scene a person was sharing in an AA meeting how they knew a bar that would take your chip in exchange for a shot-one shot for every year you were sober. I realize that Mindy is crying and she says to me, “that doesn’t really happen though, right?” I had to explain that when I was in AA many years ago, I heard that there were bars that would exchange your AA chip for a drink. Mindy completely loses it. As she is sobbing in her heartbreak at this profound cruelty, I find myself falling deeper and deeper in love with her for every tear she sheds.

Her heart.

Her connection to and understanding of injustices, and her tenderness and empathy toward those being targeted, plus her purity of expression for these things that happen in life makes me fall in love with her again and again. She feels so deeply for the world and she understands the wrongs done to others in a way that, I admit, I still struggle to grasp at times. But her understanding and tender heartedness for these things in the world is absolutely beautiful. She is beautiful. In these moments of softness and tenderness I find her Divinely Inspirational. If ever there was a heart made of gold, it is hers; akin to something extraordinary and exquisite which is only reserved for the wealthy. And yet, here she is. Next to me. Right next to me on our couch and I am at once leveled at how little I have done to deserve this delicacy of her and in complete awe that she even exists. That she loves me is some kind of miracle and I will cherish it with every ounce of my breath until our dying day.