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Sweet Symposium by Jacqueline Czel

This poem was written by our wonderful friend, incredible writer Jacqueline Czel. She wrote it for my husband, Tim, and I after reading my dedication to him for Valentine’s Day. This is the greatest honor that I can think of, having something written just for me. I hope you all find someone that creates poetry in your heart. Thank you, Jackie.


FEBRUARY 14, 2013

Sweet Symposium

Plato told
the split soul
wants to come
back together
for it is always
seeking through
time to entwine,
with its true twin,
in an ever longing,
deep yearning
to reach its
holiest state,
which fortunately
unfolded for
two sweet friends
turned lovers in the
spirit of youth,
for their split souls
fused back together,
in a divine completion,
a blessed truth.

*For Julie & Tim Hutchings*

From  Iambic Utterances and Other Wayward Words

A Tribute to Tim

TODAY’S BREW: Champagne! It’s Valentine’s Day!

by Julie

I love Valentine’s Day, always have. At Victoria’s Secret it was our Christmas, which always made it fun. But more than that, it’s one day to  get as sappy as you want to be. Give in to it. You know it’s in there.

I have shared the past 17 Valentine’s days with the man I am married to, Tim. There is nobody who doesn’t love Tim. He has this magnetism that makes him the most sought after friend to lean on to all who know him. It’s the reason why all of his friends have been his friends since high school. It’s the reason why all of his employees come to work every day. It’s the reason why he became my closest friend when we were fifteen, and why I knew we would be married almost as quickly.

After our introduction by a mutual friend in high school, it wasn’t long before I managed to get over that Tim was as sarcastic as me, and even more comfortable being himself than I was. Then I spent every waking minute at his house. His mom got me a job at the pet store she worked at. I slept over his house, and me and the MIL would ride to work together. His mom and I drink the same coffee, have the same level of weirdness, and we both love Tim. His sisters and I would play cards together for hours in our pajamas. I taught karate to a couple of his sisters. I went to their family events. His dad and I were buddies, going to the movies and the mall together. And his brother, Chris, is one of my favorite people on earth, a man after my own heart. (See the short story I forced him to write in The Nightmares Before Christmas.) And in the center of this overwhelming warmth, was Tim, the heart of it all. My heart.

Tim knows exactly who he is, and is happy every minute for what he has. He doesn’t have to remind himself to be thankful, he wakes up that way, with a smile on his bee-sting lips, and a laugh for every one of us. He warms a room the instant he walks in. He has an undying romance in him that has nothing to do with buying chocolates and flowers. It’s in his eyes when he looks at me, his hands when he gives me the briefest of touches. Every day, every minute. His passion and soul are unparalleled in anyone I have ever met. He’s what drives me to be the best person I know how to be; to make him as happy as he deserves.  He is my home in every way that matters. Even if he did not get me bacon roses.

I love you, Timmy. Happy Valentine’s Day.

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