Love at Fifty
Love at any age is beautiful. Should the love of a 50 year old be any less intense than that of a 20 year old? It is not!
I had always hoped that love would capture my heart again, but never did I imagine it could be so sweet. I look at this man and I feel my entire body soften when his eyes connect with mine. I smile from the inside out. He knows me and loves me. He knows that I know him and love him. When you have five decades under your belt you have life experiences that you may or may not feel comfortable sharing with another. This is a man that I can share every part of me with and him with me without judgement. I truly feel like a better woman because he is in my life. Those that have known me all of my life have remarked that I have always been someone with a zest for life, but now there is a different spark that they see in me. I have always prided myself on being a confident woman, but now there is a different sense of who I am and what I can achieve. I am someone who has always enjoyed meeting people from different backgrounds, but now there is a different thirst to know more of what others experiences are.
Is it possible that one person can make me so keenly aware of the woman I am today? Yes, it is indeed possible. I don't think that I would be quite the woman I am in this moment without him. I love our conversations and what I learn from him. Now, mind you, I have a "feisty" personality and love a good debate. I can fiercely disagree just as quickly as I can concede! The cool thing is I can have a heated discussion and know that he enjoys the challenge as much as I do. He loves to seek out and learn new things that we can share together. This is our time to challenge ourselves and he is up for that challenge. That is a very attractive quality that is embodied by this very attractive man.
Weak in the knees. Is there truth to that statement? Indeed there is! When you connect with someone on so many levels the chemical reaction is intense. It's hard to describe how strong that connection is, but I'll try. I can feel him before he touches me. I'll always remember the moment when we were at a business convention and had many others surrounding us. We knew each other through work and he was someone I always admired as a smart, handsome man. I saw him approaching and our eyes were locked on each others. He extended his hand to shake mine and I could feel him before our hands even touched. The moment of connection was warm and sensual, but yet overwhelmingly comfortable. It felt completely right. I didn't want to let his hand go. Everyone else disappeared in that moment. We did not need to kiss or even hold each other for me to feel like he had touched a part of me that had been saved just for him. When we started to date, it was as though we had known each other forever. I knew that I had found a friend for life in this man. A friend that sets my soul on fire!
He was born halfway around the world from me. I believe we were destined to find one another at this exact moment in our lives. There is no other explanation for our story. Our background and worldly adventures couldn't be more different. He was born and raised in Nigeria. He came to the United States to pursue his Masters degree. I am an Irish girl who was born and raised in a small town in Massachusetts. I married at 23 and raised my three children in the town next to where I grew up. He had many experiences as an immigrant in Massachusetts while I was busy raising my family. It was not until he was 40 that he had a family. He has two young children while I have three in their 20s. Both of us had gone through divorces at the same time and I think both of us were a little skeptical yet hopeful of what love at 50 could mean for us. Denying our meeting and the connection we have with one another would have been a tragic ending to this story instead of the happy, joyous beginnings that we are living every day together. I now live each day with those beautiful brown eyes being the first that I look into each morning and the last that I look into before going to sleep each night. My blues eyes shine with the love that he sends me off with every day. I feel very fortunate to have found this love.
Fifty is fabulous! If you are at this point of your life and wondering what it holds for you, be patient. Embrace what life sends your way. Don't be afraid of love. Love isn't reserved for young people (it doesn't know numbers) nor is it necessarily something you find once in a lifetime (it tanscends time). If you have recently been through a break-up, divorce or even a death of a loved one, take the time to heal and then dare yourself to love again. I'm happy I did.