(I’m trying to write random TINY posts because I often find myself with dangling, squirming,  mini-thoughts…  Semantic dances… And incoherent outbursts… And I also find myself needing to practice the elusive art of brevity.)

We’ve all heard  a woman refer to a man as her “knight in shining armor.”

I’ve never said that about Antonio.  It’s an idiom not suited to my world.   And Antonio is most certainly NOT my knight in shining armor. 

I don’t want one, either.  Because it’s impossible to know if a knight in shining armor is worth his salt.

When push comes to shove in life, when the world brings a battle to the doorsteps of knights?  The only ones still in shining armor at the end  are the ones who were too afraid  or felt too entitled to stand up and fight. 

And that just isn’t the knight for me.  Every knight’s armor starts out shiny.   So a knight with shiny armor has either never seen battle, or shied away when called upon. 

I simply prefer those who have been called to battle and  who answered that call.    Experienced.  Tried and true. That’s just who makes me feel safest,  both in love and in life. 

And that’s exactly who Antonio is  – my knight in banged-up armor.