A baby in the womb, drawn to love. Unknowing, venturing forth, in movement reposing upon a tender touch, receiving, fulfilling in return, cuddling in peace, dreaming of bliss. Today after a St Paul Shrine Mass, cutting short Holy Hour prayers, I was able to meet the significant other at a skating rink. The heat and humidity of the afternoon was sublimely soothed by coolness. The significant other was ice skating with her grand-niece, a child quickly ascending in endearment. I walked into the arena humbled, believing the significant other was eagerly watching the door for my appearance. My heart smiled, taken aback that it would mean so much for someone to see me enter, someone waiting with immense anticipation for me–really, especially one who has known me for awhile for I can be difficult. V, her little niece was skating in the middle of the rink, leaning on an orange safety cone for balance. It was a huge advancement. Learning with the cone, last week she needed to stay close to the wall. The wall provided security, the realization she could reach for the wall if feeling unsteady. Conspicuous, she was the easiest to spot on the ice. Pushing the bright orange cone while wearing a colorfully pink safety helmet decorated with feline ears, my eyes went directly to her. The spright one is adorable, quick minded, confident, while generous, humble, and kind. She tagged me with the nickname Mister. I forget exact circumstances, yet she wanted to make an impression so she blurted out with the words, ‘Hey Mister’, in an innocent retort to grab my attention. There were others skating. The significant other is a graceful skater, skilled and at ease upon the ice.  Memories in formation, an athletic young father raced around the rink. Amazingly, between his legs, holding his hands for balance, his toddler daughter, still in diapers, glided along. The look on the one fresh to walking flying around the rink was sheer elation. Rosy chubby cheeks shining, she seem to really grasp the event, leaning into the turns, the slightest sign of fear absent. Another skated in a fluorescent pink safety helmet, sporting a mini-skirt and tights. Obviously attractive, I ignored her, convinced it was improper to admire the beauty of one so young. I was pleasantly surprised when she skated by to realize she was a senior citizen in impressive physical shape. The point of the observation was the attraction of those things calling forth love. It’s a wonderful life. The infant in the womb responding to gestures of affection. The significant other provides gentleness and kindness. Experience builds stoutly, molding and shaping. I have been truly alone for the entirety of my adult years.  Mass contained elements of early recovery world in Cleveland. A lunatic fringe element taints. An actor out of sorts, a clown in career, shook hands before the communal Rosary. I adore the man. One stood next to me receiving communion, before drinking the blood of Christ. There will never be anything less than adoration.  The significant other will accompany tomorrow for a Father’s Day trip to Toledo. We will leave early enough to attend an 8:30 AM Mass at Our Lady of Mount Carmel in Temperance, Michigan, a Mass dedicated to my father. Signifigance amassing and surmounting.  We will then share brunch with my son, his girlfriend, and my mother before heading back to Cleveland since I have to work in the afternoon. Seven days a week this week. No rest for the weary. Settling firmly underneath the worldly conglomeration, a profoundness blesses, grace embraced. God is good and all giving.