You know I don’t think there are any of these in my city.
Today is my third wedding anniversary. I want to take a moment and reflect about love…
Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first real kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairy tale.
Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and lying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying gifts, it’s about leaving little presents here and there, just as a reminder that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down or taken for granted. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when no one else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be loved.
I was talking on the phone the other day with a guy in California. Long story short, he asked me if I was from Minnesota. When I told him I was from North Western Canada he said my accent sounded like I was from the Upper Midwest US. All I could think of was, “Do I sound like the people from Fargo???”
Which leads me to this pic. When Canadians say “out and about” it sounds exactly like “oat in aboat.” A truth.
I just want you to want me like you used to. Remember those days when you’d put your hands down my pants. You’d press yourself up against me. You’d grab my hand and put it on your hardness. You’d whip your towel off as soon as you got out of the shower. You wanted me to want you.
You wanted me. Me.
Now it seems absurd.
A distant memory.
A sad memory.
I love you.
1. Always be there for her even when she’s pushing you away.
2. Bring her flowers, she loves it.
3. Going to fancy places is good but she also appreciates walks in the park just the same.
4. She might seem confident and tough at times but sometimes, deep inside she’s hurting, all she needs is a kiss and a hug to make everything alright.
5. When she tells you to come where she is, drop what you’re doing and go.
6. She loves her family… so should you!
7. Don’t mess with her.
8. Never forget important dates. She remembers them. Do something special, she’s worth it.
9. All she wants is to be with you so be there for her… always!
10. Lastly, let her know how much she means to you.
Last night we both stood in the kitchen wearily. It has been a long week. Nothing bad, nothing worrying. Just long. Anyway, we stood there, unprepared for and unmotivated in what the hell to make for dinner. Mainly because we are on a low-carb diet and there wasn’t much to eat in the house. So we stood there, dejected.
“What can I make you for dinner?” my husband asked kindly.
I shrugged. Healthy salad? Lean piece of fish? In the end, honesty prevailed.
“I just want to get drunk and eat bread,” I replied.
To avoid making a decision I went upstairs, took a bath. Secretly hoping that when I got out – there in the kitchen would be dinner: an uncorked bottle of wine, slices of homemade whole grain bread, and a giant hunk of aged cheddar. Sometimes it’s nice to give in to the dark side.
Alas, it was not be. There was no wine and my dinner was not waiting for me. What I rustled together for myself was this: romaine lettuce leaves stuffed with ham, Havarti and cucumber spears. 😦