💖 Mommy's girl 💖

Spent tonight talking to a lovely married lesbian couple who have been together for roughly 10 years. They didn't meet until they were in their late 40s and mid 50s respectively, long after they had both given up on the idea of marriage at all--after decades spent thinking they'd never be able to legally get married, anyway. One of the women saw her wife at a coffeeshop one day, and realized she frequented it around the same time every week. So she went there at that time, every week, just hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Until finally one day they were standing close enough to strike up a conversation. I think these days, there's so much pressure to live your life as quickly as possible. To be kissed by a certain age. To have sex. To fall in love and get married and have kids. The older we get without having done these things, the more worried we become that we'll never do them at all. (And some of us won't, and that will be fine, and we will be happier for it.) But it's nice to be reminded sometimes, that there's no expiration date for falling in love. Maybe you'll find the love of your life on a dating app when you're in your early 20s. And maybe you'll find the love of your life when you think your loving days are over, admiring them from across a coffeeshop, hoping they come say hello.