To the One I Haven’t Met Yet

(Thanksgiving)

Wherever you are tonight—

pouring wine, laughing softly, settling into your quiet—

know this: I’m already grateful for you.

Not in a dreamy, far-off way,

but in the grounded knowing

that you will meet me with presence,

truth, and a heart that doesn’t flinch.

I give thanks for your steadiness,

for the ease we’ll build without forcing,

for the way choosing each other

will feel like breathing—simple, natural, inevitable.

I’m thankful for every closed door

that cleared the path to you,

for every lesson that taught me

what real partnership will require of both of us:

courage, honesty, reciprocity.

One day you’ll sit across from me

on a quiet November evening,

and I’ll wonder how I ever did holidays

without your warmth in the room.

Until then, just know—

I’m making space for the kind of love

that stays,

the kind that meets me where I am,

the kind that feels like home

without ever dimming my fire.

When we finally find each other,

I won’t look back.

I’ll simply say,

“You were worth the wait.”