My golden rainbow.

He sat down beside me, inbetween our two church services. I am so blessed my husband has always attended church with me. His face so tanned from the daily trips to the golf course, his eyes intent and searching. He has something worth telling me as he doesn't do small talk. "Yesterday I was thinking there are a couple of things I still need to do and one of them is to make your hopes and dreams come true. I know why you married me, I was your golden rainbow." Before you think this arrogance, you must realize this is completely true. When I met my husband for the first time, there was this chemistry, I was shocked at my interest in someone so unfamiliar to me and yet, I felt as if I knew him. It would be three months before I would see him again. As we stood on the sidewalk looking at each other it was real. It was like warm water pouring over my head. I felt completely comfortable with him. I rambled on with stories of my life. I held nothing back. I did not feel the need to be anything but myself with him. Nothing has really changed. I married the love of my life. I have no regrets. I have been fortunate enough to know what it is to give one's self completely to the reckless abandonment of love and leave nothing hidden. I agreed with him, "yes, you are my golden rainbow." Gold that cannot be purchased. Gold that has been refined to it's purist form over the years. A quick, simple conversation, it only took a few moments, sort of like when we bumped into each other on the sidewalk, we felt it then and we still feel it. Somewhere over the rainbow.....