Soul Groove: part deux

I spent the majority of the weekend with the man I love. We got to see each other, play games with friends, watch a British woman win a bake off, and hike with our teenagers.

After saying goodbye in the driveway this afternoon, I felt happy but was also sad to see him go. This is a man whose presence is like a balm for my spirit, and I wasn’t ready for the weekend to end.

A couple hours later, there was a knock at the door. He had ridden his motorcycle back down to my house. As I opened the door to his beaming smile, he gathered me up in his arms and said, “I wasn’t ready for the weekend to end.”

Soul groove. It’s a real thing.

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