The Fool

My husband is My Fool. The fool I love.
He’d leap off a cliff if he thought it was a good idea. He did, actually, when he was a young fool. He’s an older fool now, but he can still take a tumble if he’s not careful.
However, he won’t be just anybody’s fool.

The fool is just starting on his journey and is excited. So excited that he doesn’t necessarily see where he’s going before he gets there. Look before you leap, or you might well find that the next step you take will have you flying off a cliff. That’s not necessarily a bad thing though. Just be sure to have your wings firmly attached when you leap.
Don’t go alone, either. The journey is a lot more enticing when you have a companion. They don’t need to be there every minute of your day. They’ll come and go, but when you want an ear to hear your thoughts, they’ll be there. They’ll be ready to listen and ready to bark their advice. It may or may not be what you want to hear.