The best is yet to come.

Driving home from downtown yesterday I realized something - unlike most of my friends or relatives, I still have soo many firsts ahead of me. Now, forgive me if this whole post is like a run-on sentence and blabbering session but I'm writing it as it comes...

A few posts ago I boasted giving the gift of being alone to me. Truth be known I wasn't too thrilled about it. But, as they say, fake it until you make it. Well, here I am. I am alone and it feels great. I know that I will have at least one more first kiss in my lifetime and that mystery is enough to get me through any dreadful wait in the inevitable grocery store line behind a woman who is trying to cash coupons and the clerk is officially "In training" - at least that's what her name tag tells me. I know that I'll at least once see someone's eyes from across a crowded room *insert gag sound here* and feel those butterflies in my tummy. I know that I will feel the overwhelming rush of passion. I know I will crave him... whoever he is.

You know, for the first time I'm not in a rush to find him. According to a wise friend of mine, we'll call her Shannon, he's getting ready for me as I am for him and when the time is right the universe will make it happen. Fate. Destiny. There's really something to be said for a process you've believed in that has never worked yet you continue to have faith, blindly. I still believe that this time, it is different. Don't we all?

Think of all the firsts that are coming. The first hand holding. The first time. Exploring someone soo deeply, knowing how he takes his coffee, giggling together and knowing inside jokes that no one else understands, cooking together. Discovering all of the big and little things that make me, me, him, him and we, we.

In the meantime, I am still sans hot pink sheets and lovin' every minute of it. After all, the best is yet to come ... but it’s also right here and right now.