walking me home

What gift do you give to the woman who has everything, wants for nothing, is so content with a simple life, who doesn’t want fancy jewelry, clothes, or designer handbags, and who is happier being home in her bubble or out in her sweet beach community instead of traveling the world?

You write a song for her.

Walking Me Home …a love letter in song, from my rock, my best friend, the man I’m lucky enough to call my husband.  

It captures us perfectly. Not our highlight reel, but the real thing….the darkness that had to exist for the light to be so much sweeter. This song is a timestamp of everything we’ve walked through together—our grief, our growth, our grit, and the quiet, unshakable love we’ve built through it all.

To My Love,

I am so proud that through everything that has tested us and threatened to derail us from living out our purpose as a couple,  we’ve managed to do the work and build an unbreakable love…the kind that says, “I’m not leaving. I’ll walk with you through this, or I’ll pad the floor to soften your fall.” 

You’ve seen every scar, witnessed every breakdown, every tear, every purge, every repair. You stood in the storm with me and saw me before I could see myself. You held me when I couldn’t hold my own grief. You stayed in the fire with me when it would’ve been easier to walk away and you held space for my healing in ways I didn’t even know how to ask for.

You didn’t just love the version of me I showed to my family and friends —you loved the version of me buried under trauma, shame, and survival.

You didn’t need me to prove my worthiness as I tirelessly attempted to do for others. You just let me be, and you loved me where I was and ALWAYS make sure I know how held I am.

You’ve held sacred space for me in my darkest moments but more sweet….in the quiet and confusing moments…..when the only way I could only soothe myself was with space and distance-when all you’ve ever wanted was to hold me and stay connected to me when I was suffering.  It takes a strong man to love a woman like me, and you, my dear, as kind and gentle as you are, are the strongest man I know.  

You stood still, calm, and steady while I unraveled, and you held the thread as I rewove the tattered threads back together….back into my authentic self…the real me. I will never forget feeling your tears fall on my face and knowing that despite the fear and pain in that moment — you were there, you had my back, and I was no longer alone in this battle.  

You’ve seen me cracked open, gutted by grief, consumed by trauma and addiction— literally crawling and shaking my way towards healing. And you never turned away—not once. You were the witness I didn’t even know I needed…the safe space I never knew existed and now can’t imagine leaving.

You’re like the sea turtle patrol people who stand in a line and sweep all the sand crabs away, so the new born sea turtles can get to the shore and begin their life.  You’ve kept the monsters away so I could reach the shore of my beautiful life, and I’m forever grateful.

Our kind of love isn’t loud-it’s sacred….and it saved me…our love in the silence has been one of the greatest gifts of my life. #iykyk

You taught me how be soft, how to BE love, and how to accept love without conditions attached. 

Thank you for being my safe place. 

Thank you for holding the mirror up so I could see what you saw.  

Thank you for never letting me disappear.
Thank you for walking me home….back to myself. 

Thank you for giving your whole heart to our marriage, to me, and to my entire family.

I love you so much and it’s always been extra—but at this chapter in our life, it’s become something more special and sacred.  #iykyk 

As if all that I described above isn’t enough, you’re also a badass in your own right! From mentoring so many about business and life, to building multiple successful businesses that impact the lives of others, to producing music, hauling your drum gear to gigs to play in your band, continuing to take care of your body at 73, I could go on and one…..Watching you do what you love and watching how you show up for the people you love has taught me more about presence and passion than any book or yoga ever could.

I don’t say this lightly: you are my soulmate, my mirror, my padding on the floor, the calm to my crazy…. and I am beyond grateful that I get to spend this lifetime—and the next ones—with you.

forever walking each other home,

yours forever,
SNicols

Walking Me Home by Bob Nicols

written, sung, produced

Twenty years and I still lose my breath

When you walk in the room like that

Red hair catching the morning light

Green eyes seeing straight through me

Born of old stone and southern heat

Earth and fire in perfect time

I wake up every day just waiting For your hand to find mine

We built a world we call the bubble

Where the noise can’t follow us in

We can talk for hours, or say nothing

Still know exactly where we’ve been

You make me laugh when I’m unraveling

You hold me when I’m not okay

You love me in a thousand quiet ways I feel it every single day

You’re walking me home

Through the best and the broken

You’re the calm in my bones

Every promise unspoken

After all this time I still know it’s true

Every road I’ve ever known Leads me back to you

You’re regal grace with bruised-up knees

Stubbed toes and a wild, sweet heart

Soft hands that keep me grounded

Strong enough to guard the dark

You’re order, rhythm, heat and spice

Bare feet on the kitchen floor

A woman who can burn the night

Then love me even more

Yeah, I’ve been hard to love sometimes

Yeah, I’ve been lost in my head

But you stay…

You always stay

You’re walking me home

When I’m lost in my head

You read every silence

Before a word is said

After all these years

I still choose you slow

Every step I take in this life

You already know

You heal your wounds like sacred work

Still make room for everyone else

You’re fire and patience, need and space

You’re comfort, strength, and self

You keep my water glass filled up

My world running right on time

And somehow you still take my breath

Like the very first time

You’re walking me home

With your hand in mine

Through the laughter and storms

Through the passing of time

If love is a road I don’t need to roam

‘Cause I’m already there

When you’re walking me home

So here’s my heart

Still head over heels, still true

After all these years I’m home

Every time I’m with you

Sherry Nicols

I stand in gratitude always, grateful for the valleys that allow the peaks, grateful for the storms that allow the sun to shine, grateful for the broken path that led me to the journey back to my authentic self and the ability to be in service to others.

I am beyond grateful for the opportunities to have been at my loved ones’ sides, holding their hands, honored to be given the gift of walking them home. I am thankful for meaningful spiritual relationships I now have with each of them, and for their guidance, visits, and UNDENIABLE messages that show me that they haven’t gone anywhere….they’re all just done with their meat puppets.

Never let one moment, good or bad, define you or your journey. Embrace the peaks AND the valleys. Roll around like a puppy in clover when you’re at the peak and learn to not give a fuck when you are in the valleys.

You won't be there for long and that climb back up is where the magic happens….your growth.

🍀🍀🍀Namaste🕉

https://www.sherrynicols.com
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