Jules

Let me tell you about Jules.

Jules loves the God that breathes life into her soul. She hears God as the voice inside her head, the feeling in her gut, and the warning and protective voice of her anxiety.

Jules loves her girlfriends and boyfriends and prefers to be with people more than without. She sees, watches, listens, and journeys with her world.

Jules loves her children and would lay down her life for either one of them.

Jules is courageous. She loves from the tips of her toes to the very top and bottom of her soul. She can laugh from her belly button and cry from the depths of her very broken heart.

Jules can forget the world and longs for that rainy day.

Jules is fun, and has no concerns for forty-something ways… some days.

Jules dances in the spotlight of life with her shoes turned loud.

Jules loves country and western music and cowboy boots and men in straw cowboy hats with smiles that make their eyes twinkle with just a hint of bad.

Jules is bad in that really good kind of way, and just irresponsible enough to not make a mess out of everything.

Jules is bold and true to herself because she knows that she will still be here even if he isn’t.

Jules has said good-bye when she really meant “just love me more”. She has cried herself to sleep and she has cried herself awake.

Jules knows life is not over… ever.

Jules knows there is more life to experience and taste and devour.

Jules is a part of me.