. fool .

He is the most beautiful silly fool I have ever known.

The Love of My Life is a dear, sweet, loving man, generous of heart, and a wisened soul so authentic, people entrust him with their darkest secrets. He is passionate in so many ways. He throws himself fully into things that he believes in. He is astute to the level of being psychic. He sees things differently than most other people; he has a special insight that is difficult to verbalize.

And sometimes, this insight takes him onto other planes that he has trouble coming off of. During the past 8 months or so, he has been researching a subject relating to complex and frequently mis-understood matters. His passion for the subject runs deep, into the realms of dreams and decades past. He thunders ahead, his gears turning, his mind spinning, flashbulbs popping. It is beautiful to watch. He really is brilliant in a way most of us may never be. I honor this part of him, it is a lot of what I really love about him. But because coming off those planes is sometimes difficult for him, when he gets in these modes, where is brain is turning and his wheels are flashing, he can be a bit forgetful. Like sometimes, he forgets to eat.

But this morning would have been his 3rd parking ticket in probably less than two weeks.

The parking is easy around here, I almost never have to park more than a block away. Considering we’re minutes from downtown, I think that’s pretty damn good. The parking directly in front of the building is restricted from 4-6pm on the weekdays, and across the street it’s restricted from 7-9am, same days. Because I know he’s a little spacey these days, and he had already gotten two tickets within a week, I reminded him when I left for work last night that he needed to move his car.  Very gently, of course. I don’t want to nag him, or remind him that he’s being forgetful, I just don’t want him to get another ticket. Just because I love him.This was about, oh, 6:30pm Tuesday.

I get home a little before 8am Wednesday. As I’m walking down the block, I wonder if, when I turn the corner, his car will be there, still, parked in the restricted zone (7-9am) at a restricted time (8am).

And it was. I smiled. My Baby. Silly fool. I love him so.

I came around the front of the car to look for a ticket, and instead of the white envelope I’d associate with a parking ticket, there was a yellow slip of paper, about the same size. I flipped it over. It was a "Courtesy Notice", left by the curteous local PD, reminding him that this side of the street was restricted from 7-9am.

Lucky Dog.

I left it for him to find when he wakes up this morning and remembers he didn’t move his car. (Or will he?) I pondered telling him when I slide between the sheets with him in the next few minutes, but I decided just to let him discover it. He’s not going to get a ticket now anyway, and it wouldn’t do any good just to wake him up with that. Now that would be nagging. I’m just going to slither under the covers with him, wrap my arms around his warm and beautiful torso, and inhale him deeply. Then I’m going to drift off to sleep and spend the day resting for my shift tonight.

Then when I get up this afternoon I’ll tease him a little. Just remind him that, more than once, he’s told me that he wouldn’t spin off into space and not come back. He wanted to keep his feet on the ground, and maybe that’s why I’m here. To help my silly, precious, gorgeous Angel of Fools stay grounded. My Silly Baby.

~kate