I done seen about everything when I seen an elephant fly.

There’s an old fable about 6 blind brothers in a village who meet an elephant for the first time. Being blind they must feel the elephant to find out what it is. The brother touching the trunk claims that the elephant is a snake, the one touching the side claims it’s a wall. The brother at the foot claims it’s a tree, while the brothers at head and tail claim pot and rope respectively. They then begin to argue about what the elephant is, each sure they are right, but none able to see the whole picture.

I have always thought of and have felt that, in a way, I am that poor elephant. No one seeing me for who I truly am, just seeing that part of me they view. No one ever believing there could possibly be more to me than what they can see.
Then I met E, and for the first time in my life someone saw me for who I really am. She didn’t take a quick glance and see just a snake, a tree or a wall. She chose to look beyond the immediate and search for that hidden part me no one else seemed to car about. She saw all of me, the entire elephant. More importantly she loved what she saw. …. And that love is a magic feather and when I hold I know I can fly.

I love you E, thank you for teaching my heart to soar.
Happy Valentines Day.