Life Long Lesson

I'm six pairs of the same cut, color and style of jeans.
I'm two weeks of long, lazy vacation and short five-minute showers.
I look great in cheap sunglasses.
I'm "Let's go grab a drink," and "I'll let you touch my guitar if I can touch yours."
I'm "I don't care what you wear, clothes don't make the person"
Now and then I'm nobody.

I'm a Dodge with the music too loud, with my long hair flying out the window.
I'm a soft place to land and a good feeling within.
I'm a warm conversation that none would miss for anything.
I'm a fierce fighter when I'm mad and a great listener who waits her turn before telling you the things you didnt want to hear, but need to.

I'm the woman who goes running through the rain and leaves muddy footprints in your kitchen.
I've got a genuine "Elvis Presley" smile, a great laugh, compliment, shoulder whenever you need them.
I'm a good book, a comfortable chair and a soft light.

I"m shouldering too much responsibility, singing along to the music completely off-key.
I read aloud with too much enthusiasm.
I don't always do things the way I should and I'm full of lessons learned from mistakes made before.
Deep down, I'm the quiet one in the back of the room happily buried in books, art and music.

I'm tattoos and long drives to good tunes.
I'm the worn-off spot on my black leather boots.
I'm always on time, leaving an hour before my appointments.
I am homemade, handmade pasta.
I'm a ringing cell phone, a dozen text messages and a hand to hold.
I'm not a doctor, I'm your other half and I know that one plus one equals two.
I'm your life-long lesson, the one you'll never forget.
I'm my black and white photographs, my simple poetry and my planned prose.
I am blue eyes, dark hair and a brilliant mind.