At the hip

I'm sorry, but she and I? We're attached at the hip. If you take me, you'll have to take her, too.

If you couldn't tell from all the photos.

Somehow, I think you'll be ok with that.

When she entered my life, I really didn't think that I was ready. Not just because I wasn't sure if I was ready to let anyone into my heart yet, but also because I wasn't sure I wanted any more… ties.

But it was love at first sight, for the both of us.

From the instant we met, it's been the same. She ran straight to me, straight into my arms.

Oh, she loves the others, too. But it's always me she seeks out when we get home. Whatever room I'm in, that's where she can be found.

We very nearly named her after you, by the way. Lol.

Not really, obviously, not the same name. But a name with the same meaning.

I was torn. It was a good name. Very Irish. I liked it, a lot.

But in the end, we went with “life” instead.

Feels apt. I sometimes think she did save me, a bit.

So, yes. She and I, we're attached at the hip. Where I go, she goes.

I'm pretty sure you could find it in that generous heart of yours to accommodate her.

Just as I'd be more than happy to take your handsome, perfectly-named giant into my heart, too.

And I can guarantee that she'll love you, too, on that glorious day when we finally find our paths uniting.

I can't wait.