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We met once again in the meadow that beautiful Saturday morning. He was so handsome, so strong, so virile. His thick dirty blonde maine fell out of his ball cap, as he pulled it off to wipe the sweat from his brow.

I wore my cowboy boots, hat and my denim shorts that morning and waited for him to notice me, wanting him, needing him, badly.

I still had stars in my eyes and my heart was overflowing with love from the previous morning. I had been with the man I had given my heart to over the past few months.

If I do say so myself, I had set the scene perfectly. The rain stopped us from meeting in the meadow, so I re-created the meadow in my van. I pulled the backseat out, grabbed our love blanket, cookies from the kitchen and a fresh mug of coffee.

I needed no romance novel as David and I were currently writing our own. I picked up my Prince Charming, walking through misty rain along the side of the road.

I envisioned the sky crying tears of mourning for our broken marriages. It was also raining tears of joy as our new love now bloomed fully in our hearts. We made love lying on the blanket in the back of the van. We were hidden in the midst of a grove of trees, when David finally declared his love for me.

After my marriage was destroyed, I vowed to myself that I would never tell a man that I loved him first, ever again.

I loved my David with all of my heart. His kindness and tenderness for me never ceased to amaze me.

He stood beside me on the highest hilltops and more importantly, he sat with me, holding my hand, in the mud and mire of my lowest lows.

He understood me, he took hold of my pain and wrestled it into the dust, even as he fought his own demons.

He wiped my tears and kissed my forehead when I needed assurance. He made love to me like I was the last meal he would ever have. He was all consuming.

The similarities of an ex-husband Dave and my new man having the same first name, ended there. Dave cheated on me with my best friend since high school and fathered her child. Their lies and betrayal were not lost on me. I felt that I was second best, settled for, then tossed aside like rubbish.

I had to let that go and forgive them both, not for their sake, but for mine.

However, when I am with my David, I feel safe and protected. He is the man of my dreams and my Knight in shining armor. He swooped in and rescued my heart that first spring.

In David, I felt truly and wholly loved. I was protected, he was my shield. I was wanted, not just a trophy. I was desired, focused upon, given fierce loyalty, never to be shamed. I was cared for, as his friend, partner, confidant and lover. My David. My desire. My man.

Kim stirred in her hospital bed.

...a sound. What is that?..Who is talking? Oh, my boys are here. My beautiful boys...

***My first Camp - Week one. Saturday***

I walked my girls to their last class of the week after breakfast. I was hoping to see Kim in the meadow this morning. It was already sunny and getting warmer. I took my cap off and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

Then I spotted her. The most radiant woman in camp was standing there, smiling at me. Her head, slightly tilted, her cowboy hat tipped to the

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