Papaya Mom

I’ve fallen in love many times in my life, for many reasons and in many ways.

Not all, in fact few, romantic…many with just parts of another person, even the idea of what I saw in them rather than the truth of who they were or are.

I fell in love the first time, the kind where you think you might marry and overpopulate the earth with someone, at eighteen. I was young, but not too young, and sat in a truck at Kailua Beach Park listening to a Joan Osborne song about God (What if God were one of us…blah blah blah). I remember thinking that the person I sat next to had the most interesting ideas, I wanted to know every thought that filled that brain and share all of the ones floating through my own. I had my feet on the dashboard and my toenails were painted; proof that my mind saves important facts about the past. This relationship did not work out, although I do wish the person all the very best in life, thank goodness because a year later I met Adventure Dad and the rest is…happy history. But I can’t erase this person from my memory, I often wonder what path life has taken and if it’s treated him well.

My Mom and I talked about it today and agreed, as much as you’d like to erase any love you’ve had for anyone else but your spouse from your emotional memory it’s just not possible. You have to accept it for what it is/was in the context of who you were at that time, smile at the memories and move on.

I still love Adventure Dad the best, followed by Papaya and then…well, the lsit of friends and family is too long to even consider typing. My heart is full and for that I should be very happy.

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