What holds us together? What binds us, keeps us from leaking emotion and ugliness from every pore? We all have containers: those people and places that hold us tight and, especially when we're feeling less than lovely, keep us from exploding, a thousand black holes into our endless night.
My container is my husband. Today is our Ten Year Anniversary. I've known him for eighteen years. We were best friends for three of those years, oddly enough when I was living 200 miles away. Not only is he my container, he's my joy, my sounding board, my flash of reality and, yes, still, my best friend. He's my partner in crime, the Sam to my Frodo, the Watson to my Sherlock, the Calvin to my Meg.
His name is Jon and he blogs at Audio Treasure Chest. He's a huge fan of music and spends his spare time discovering or re-discovering bands. He's got an ear for more than just pitch and tone; Jon's always been able to see into the soul of the music he listens to, the music he plays, and the music he's mixed for bands in the past.
Here's an invitation to go tell that person in your life-the one that holds you together, that inspires you, brings you joy and lets you settle safely inside-just how very much they mean to you. It doesn't even have to be your anniversary, but if it is, I wish you many, many more to come.
PS: why, yes, I AM more emotional, erratic, bi-polar, eccentric, prone-to-finding-rings-of-power-and-doom than Jon is. He's far more stable and looks better in a bowler hat than I :)