This is the underside of an iceberg. And I have to say, this is one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in a long time.
I can’t help but think this is what getting to know the strong, silent type of hero is like. The exterior is what we expect, but when you see beneath the surface, WOW.
Though, to be honest, most all of us are like this. One of the best insults in a movie I ever heard was one character saying to another, “Her pale, modest exterior is only surpassed by her pale, modest interior.” OUCH!
In my mind, I think if people get to know me, what they find underneath is someone less prone to snark and bark, and is more thoughtful. Or at least comes off that way. But they also get to see the more panicked side of me.
The only person who’s seen me fully is my husband. And he’s still with me. That says more about his fearlessness than about my desirability, I assure you.
Also, if I were a color underneath, I think I’d be red. So, what color are you when your iceberg flips?