Six weeks.
It is no time at all, and yet it feels like forever.
One day, you are just going along, minding your own business, doing whatever it is you normally do. You have your morning coffee. You work. You spend time with friends. You shop. You eat. You sleep. Business as usual. Same old, same old. Métro, boulot, dodo.
And the next thing you know, you wake up one day six weeks later and realize your entire life has changed and that nothing will ever be quite the same again. You find yourself making plans you never thought you'd make, especially at 46 (or 53) when you'd just about (but not quite) given up on certain ideas of what your life could or should be.
At six weeks, it is so "new" that you find yourself still having to "tell the story" to friends you haven't talked to in a long time. They, understandably, are amazed but (if they are true friends) happy for you, happy at this rather unexpected series of fortunate events that are taking place in your life. Yet to you and your amoureux, you feel so well in each other's company, so at home and at peace, that you are finally -- at least on most days -- moving past your own sense of wonderment and are just embracing what IS. The rest of the world watches you and sees only "too soon" or "wait and see", but from the inside it's a whole other picture -- because you know you are looking at your future, each time you look into each other's eyes.
You go from seeing yourself as "single and tolerating it" to picturing yourself being not only part of a couple, but part of a couple plus three. Every moment spent together, every day, every week brings some new level of discovery, closeness and understanding, building layer after delicious layer of yummy goodness, like a mille feuille. Only you know that what you are building together is much stronger and will last longer than a delicate French pastry.
If six weeks has created something that is already this strong, this solid, and this incredibly good... it is almost too much to contemplate what six months will bring. Or dare we imagine... six years? Or six times six?
