Matriarch

Powerful. It’s who she is. Friendly, relaxed and approachable just like anyone else, sure. But in those moods and in those times, there is almost a sense of pause she gathers herself and gazes upon you.

Regal. Elegant. Wily, yet serene. Beautiful obviously, but so much more. So much more of a presence, you have no idea how to describe it it’s just there, or it’s not. You just know. Some kind of magnetism. Someone who would stand out in a crowd just because… she does.

But it’s almost like a power she can turn on and off. Sometime she is in the mood to just cook dinner. Or watch a movie. Or one of a million things any other woman would. She loves being seen the way you see her. But she doesn’t want your life engulfed by her anymore than hers engulfed by you. She writes, paints, draws, gardens, sings, hikes, or one of a million hobbies she has of her own, and loves life on her own, thriving in the sunlight and dancing through the night. She smiles. She laughs. She loves.

Her presence is warmth. Mystery. Excitement. Seductive? Beyond, but only by choice. She doesn’t try to seduce, only attract. She knows she doesn’t have to use her whole measure; it’s overkill. She knows just who she is is enough, but that doesn’t stop her every once in a while from just blowing you out of the water and making you stammer at her with that loving, yet almost smug smile. She has you and you love it.

Intelligent? Yes, but also seeking wisdom. She can talk for hours about the past. Or shared interests she introduces you to. She wonders what it would have been like to share a table with Nelson, Augustus, Patton or da Vinci. Whereas you wonder how a castle was defended, she reaches out to touch the stonework and feel that a part of her shares the same world as the people themselves. And yet she wouldn’t mind coming up with a background for a goofy D&D character if you really wanted her to.

She has been wisened by her journey through life. No matter where she comes from she has seen plenty of people, places, and experiences to temper her judgment. To appreciate her world. To overcome her wounds, not forget them; to cherish the life she has, and not look back. Her life has not always been as it is now. She’s suffered. Been humbled. Overcome so much. She’s done with it, but her fire hasn’t dimmed. Now it obeys her, and only a fool would assume she can’t wield it when she chooses. She is powerful enough to realize she does not need to rain down her fury on mundane issues. They aren’t worth her time of day.

She is almost like a lion tamer when it comes to you. You vent your frustrations with fire and fury, as she sits there with a generously smug smile, kindly letting you get it out of your system. The voice of calm when you are acting the fool. In private of course. Embarrassing her in front of others by not being a man of her standards is just not going to happen.

Your behavior reflects on her; and you will not make her look foolish for choosing you. By her nature she makes you raise your standards. She doesn’t waste her time in realms of negativity she doesn’t need to. That gets in the way of her bliss. And what gets in the way of her bliss is your problem. Her bliss is your job. As yours is hers.

When the roles are reversed it is much the same, and you are the calm one who is her anchor as she vents her fury. God help anyone that pisses you both off at the same time.

She is respected by the others in your shared family for her wisdom and power. Certainly not because she demands it, but it’s just what she carries with her. Even if it is within your eyes only, it is still that power. That pull. That need.

She is a woman, not interested in pettiness. She is your queen, but not interested in groveling. Kings don’t grovel, and she deserves nothing less than a king. Your partner and other half. Similar in so many ways. Different in so many more.

It will be your job to make her so happy she chose you. And make no mistake – she chose you.

She loves you. And she loves being in love with you. She is as thankful to have you as you are to have her. You can’t understand why, how, or what are you have done to deserve her. But it is the greatest honor to make her never go a day regretting the day she chose you.

One of these days she may even exist.