Tailgating Coffee

She embodies every quality I have ever looked for in a woman. She is amazing to watch. She is so beautiful. Her smile, a contagious wonderment, warms my heart. Next to me on the tailgate of my truck in the middle of a D.C. neighborhood, we sip coffee together. We speak of our love and of our dreams together. The sun paints the ground, while the birds give us harmony. I find myself lost in our conversation. I love this woman before me. My life is with her. Blessed am I. Loved am I. When I am alone the mere thought of Elizabeth and how happy she makes me brings a joyful tear. I admit on quiet nights alone in my room of falling to my knees and praying that this is all not a dream.