For My Lover

It's not completely a done deal, but it's looking like my man is going to stick it out in the Midwest with me, mountains or no mountains, while my primary job on this Earth -- raising my babies -- is still my privilege.

Speaking of privileged, I sure feel that way about having found such a fabulous partner in so many aspects of this life, and I don't take the sacrifice he made to move out here lightly, either. We were joking around the other day, and I was explaining how when my best friend had cancer, her sister said in a moment of anger: "motherhood is my cancer!"

"Wisconsin is your cancer!" I said, and we laughed. And then my internal ipod pulled up this classic from Tracy Chapman about the things that people endure for love:

Two weeks in a Virginia jail
For my lover for my lover
Twenty thousand dollar bail
For my lover for my lover

And everybody thinks
That I'me the fool
But they don't get
Any love from you
The things we won't do for love

I'd climb a mountain if I had to
And risk my life so I could have you
You, you, you...

Everyday I'm psychoanalyzed
For my lover for my lover
They dope me up and I tell them lies
For my lover for my lover

I follow my heart
And leave my head to ponder
Deep in this love
No man can shake

I follow my heart
And leave my mind to wonder
Is this love worth
The sacrifices I make

I know from time to time, his mind is going to wonder the same thing. Good thing his heart never wavers...