You are my plate

Never did I expect to be so embraced, so loved, so cherished... and for why? When did I trade in my self worth? When did I find room to negotiate what I was deserving of? So it was only natural that you came in and loved me anyways. Despite my insecurities and wonderment of worth, I found room to let go of what was holding me back, and make space for you to come in and sit down. And we let it all out. And you said that maybe I didn't want it anyways, that maybe I should find someone/somewhere/something else. Who knew, that I was not the only one worrying. And we sat down with the demons and the fears and the worries - and we made space. For it was only natural that we were all going to have to meet eventually... it was long overdue. And we learned that we both had very full plates. Overflowing. But what I hadn't realized, until you said the words, was that - I am your plate. You have made the choice to clean off the ones who had come before, the people and places of your past lives, and make it for you and me - for our beautiful children and this beautiful life. What I had failed to understand at the time was that .. it's a choice. We choose to stay, to work, to support, to love, to cry, to uphold, and withdraw, to reach out and to stand back. These are all choices we make to be here, to balance it all out. You are my plate - and I am yours. Together, we've got it all.