“It is only with true love and compassion that we can begin to mend what is broken in the world. It is these two blessed things that can begin to heal all broken hearts.”
― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
That, my friends, is photographic evidence of true love.
Me in my gumboots, Ben in his farmboots. A recent night photo.
True love is a man who has walked a thousand miles across night-dark paddocks holding my hand as I have tried to walk out the pain or walk myself to sleep from Lyme.
In these boots we’ve bounded through the garden in our pyjamas, chasing pesky calves from the vegetable patch.
We’ve attended to birthing cows.
Trudged through swollen creeks to check fences and storm damage.
Danced our hearts out at Bluesfest.
Gone to town during the rainy season for a coffee with Cafe Dog.
Picked fruit in the orchard.
Visited the farmers’ markets in all weather, braving mud and tempest.
Not fancy, those boots. No. They’re sensible, sturdy, practical, reliable, durable. Built to last. Among my blessings today, I count these boots, and my gratitude for walking hand-in-hand with a boot wearing man.
