This is a pre-scheduled post. Will resume regular blogging next week.



Never did I imagine I would share my life with a warrior.

Back when we started dating, there were no signs that Top1 would once be faced with a body failing him, a world turning on him and his kind (gentle fellas with unusual humor and an undying love for craftsmanship) and a few other constraints.

He had no ambition to become a highbrow professional in the fast lane, and seemingly possessed none of the skills needed to live purposefully. Things just happened to him, as he straddled a horse and leisurely meandered through streams of consciousness.

Then he fell. He fell hard. He hit rock bottom.

And yet, a few years later, here he is, back in the saddle, fighting his way back into the game.

While I embark upon new adventures, which once again will lead me to be the main provider for this family, he is forced to re-invent himself as the supporting act.

More and more, he is riding the flow with a plan, some sort of strategy in mind.

There's no way of predicting the outcome. He won't fail us, though, as he is still present and accounted for, and more importantly, putting up a better fight than ever before.

And for that I love him dearly.