90 Days

Yesterday marked 90 days since my first date with Dr. D. I read somewhere last year that you should always wait 90 days into a new relationship before committing, making any major changes or planning too far into the future.  

The theory behind waiting for 90 days is that within that time, both of members of the relationship can see the others' idiosyncrasies, incompatibilities, shortcomings and serious faults.  It's hard to make a good decision when you're swept up in the chemical storm that happens at the beginning of many love affairs.

There were many times in the past when I wish I had followed that advice. I had good intentions but always knew in the back of my mind that I was moving too quickly; that I really should give it 90 days to see where it's going.  However, I dismissed the 90 day advice, told myself it was different this time and ended up with a broken and disillusioned heart.  I found myself discovering a dealbreaker 70 days into a new relationship or my last one which got to around 88 days before realizing we were not compatible.

It didn't take long to learn Dr. D. and I were very compatible and that may have something to do with the fact that we were friends for several years before pursuing a love affair.  Even though we knew each other, I'm learning new things about him all the time and the sweetness of this discovery thrills me.  

We can talk about spirituality, history, books. He can recite poetry, he's introducing me to the opera and live theater, he cooks me wonderful vegan meals and bakes me homemade wheat bread. He makes me laugh all the time.  He is compassionate to those less fortunate and generous beyond belief.  He cuts hydrangeas from his garden and wraps them in newspaper and twine just for me. 

He encourages me to dream at a time in my life when I thought I was fresh out of dreams.

He tells me he sees miracles in me.

Happy 90 Days, sweetheart!  I'm looking forward to many more!