His Neck

Protection. Strength. Gentleness.

I see Joel's neck a lot. He's tall. I'm small. My eyes meet his neck, naturally. It's the part of him I equate to morning hugs, afternoon kisses, bedtime cuddles.

He's going to hate that I've dedicated a whole post to a sketch of his neck but he posted this the other night so we're even. Even is something we try to be a lot. We have a lot of the same life values but it's important to each of us to respect each other's individuality. A dream for a dream, a day of vacuuming for a day of loading dishes, a weekend in for a weekend out, etc.

For 5 years, I've been in the healthiest relationship of my life. I've done a lot of destructive things out of fear & doubt to test this relationship's limits but we've held strong, even if a little wobbly at times. We're both broken but it's an act of true human selflessness to be with someone willing to help you piece things together (& to tell you when you need to piece that shit together yourself).

A lot of transformations are happening with both of us, individually & together, right now but I hope I never take for granted how good it feels to end a long day nuzzled in the crook of his neck.

Sweet dreams to you & yours. xo, Em