Younger Man. New Woman.

I have a new man in my life. Meet Levi. I'm his self-appointed godmother. Levi looked into my eyes and immediately lodged himself in my heart and soul. He's just a baby but he's also divine. I'm talking about the sort of divine that is connected to God, or Mother Earth, or the Universe, or however you think of that magical, mystical, bigger-than-us thing.

I've fallen in love at first sight a few times in my life. As an accountant, that's hard to admit. It makes no damn sense. But when I consider my closest relationships, human and beast, I loved most of them at first sight. With dogs, I dive head first without a helmet. Loving a dog is all reward and no risk.

Humans are riskier.

I vividly remember the first time I acted on a "love at first sight" thunderbolt. I was nervous. I asked someone I barely knew on a date. Close to a decade later, she's a soulmate type of friend. Storge. (Have you heard of that? It's one of the seven Greek words for love. Familial love. A natural or instinctual affection.) I'm blessed with intimate friendships. Loving my friends is almost all reward and almost no risk.

Eros is riskier.

An eros type of love at first sight terrifies me. All my faith in the divine flies out the window. It's ridiculous. Impossible. Embarassing. Maybe it's PTSD. I fell in love at first sight in middle school. Chris. We even "dated" for three weeks. (Quotes required since our dating did not include any actual dates.) He dumped me for another girl. Heartbreak. All risk and dick all reward.

But even so...