Keeper of the key
I could have spent hours on the Southbank Footbridge in Melbourne, where people have left thousands of padlocks as proclamations of love. Many are written on or engraved with messages, snapped closed and left as little messages through time.
Hearts are funny things: with a dual ability to be both open and closed at the same time. Someone once told me that even though I am a very open-hearted person, I would be careful in my choice to give my heart away again. I loved that description, because I always thought having the courage to risk it all again was important, despite the fear and the knowledge that I have kept careful guard of my heart. It was the fact this woman could see I was open-hearted - that she perceived me as so - that made me happy.
In the end, it has been easy. the giving away. Perhaps because I can see so clearly that I hold a heart in return.
They say a holiday is a good test of a relationship and Melbourne was the first grown-up holiday for Joe and I. In hindsight, successfully navigating a blended family holiday over a week of the last school holidays may have given us a clue we'd be fine, but you never can be sure what being hot, dehydrated and lost is going to do to someone I suppose.
It turned out we were fine, and today I'm off on the next leg of our inter-island adventures. Wellington, for the second time in a week.