Waiting for hubs to get home. I know I vent a lot on this blog. I used to post a lot of really great things and happy stuff. As much as I sound miserable, I am happy in here somewhere :)
So, with all the boys in bed I sat on the couch and thought.. just thought about hubs and us and times gone by. Here are some of the things I was thinking about. Enjoy.
I love that hubs will lie next to me pretending he's asleep and as soon as I close my eyes, I can quickly open them to find him looking at me with a little grin. Just admiring me (is there really something left to admire?)
When he calls me on his way home from work, he asks me if I'm "watching our show". Our show happens to be MY show.. a SOAP OPERA. I find it totally hilarious that as humiliating as it is for him to admit it, he is totally hooked and refuses to go more than a couple of days without pulling it up on the dvr. Cute. I know it's just because he thinks the one chic is pretty smokin'.
I love that I can kick him right in that side part of your shin that hurts like hell, right on the pressure point, and he will instantly know that means "get up and bring me the crying baby" in the middle of the night. I don't even have to say a word. He stumbles in to get him and brings him to me.
I think it's really hot that he wrestles me when I try to play hard to get when I'm tired and crabby.
I like that he forgives what I can only refer to as my "Kate Gosselin moments". Ok I'm not nearly as vile as that woman, even on my worst day. But I do admit to being pretty bossy now and again. There is a specific way things have to run and that way is 99% my way. Not because I'm a control freak per se, but because he isn't HERE most of the time so I have to keep order. He understands that and loves me anyway.
Our humor is what I think keeps us going. We are able to poke fun and joke with each other. We may not say "I love you" as much as we should, but he says to me, "Thanks for not divorcing me" and I say in return "Not yet anyway". Then we both chuckle and he smacks me on the rear.
Sometimes I want to throw something at him, or change the locks. But, at the end of the day most days I love him even more.
Here is something read at our wedding ceremony: The Art of a Good Marriage by Wilferd Arlan Peterson
The little things are the big things
It is never being too old to hold hands
It is remembering to say "I love you" at least once a day
It is never going to sleep angry
It is never taking the other for granted;
the courtship should not end with the honeymoon,
it should continue through all the years
It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives
It is standing together facing the world
It is forming a circle of love that gathers in the whole family
It is doing things for each other, not in the attitude of duty or sacrifice, but in the spirit of joy.
It is speaking words of appreciation and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways.
It is not expecting the husband to wear a halo or the wife to have wings of an angel.
It is not looking for perfection in each other.
It is cultivating flexibility, patience, understanding and a sense of humor.
It is having the capacity to forgive and forget.
It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow.
It is finding room for things of the spirit.
It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.
It is not only marrying the right partner, it is being the right partner.