Cupid
I'm listening to Bob Marley on my living room floor and thinking about that guy I married. I was starting to feel a little blue tonight about him. (Why do we call it 'feeling blue'? Is it because people turn blue when they're losing oxygen? Is it because sadness feels like not being able to breathe? I'll have to Google that one...) I was feeling blue about the fact that our work schedules have turned us into weekend lovers. I kid not. We see each other for maybe three hours each day. Max.
Basking in my melancholy aura, I decided to pull out old letters and emails that Blair and I wrote each other when we were younger. The misspelled words and long forgotten subtle declarations of love cracked me up and brought me to happy tears.
Observations:
I am the luckiest of all the lucky girls in the world.
In retrospect I can now observe that my husband was ridiculously persistent and shameless in his pursuit of me. It's almost embarrassing to read about it now. I'm glad he stuck with it though.
I think I always knew that I would marry him. I was hoping anyway...
I can't imagine my life without his laugh and his loyal friendship.
So despite the blue moment tonight, I realized that I am very blessed. Blair always says that marriage is mostly about one word - commitment. It's about being committed to serving, forgiving, loving, and enjoying each other come what may. I'm grateful that I got to remember how sweet life has been with my best friend and it makes me want to work harder to make today just as sweet.
Now don't misunderstand, my friends. We are not poster children for perfect marriages - we won't be auditioning for that position in this life. Don't believe me? Refer to former thin mints post. We're just as crazy as the rest of you. But weekend lovers or no, for today we've got sensual Bob Marley music, some hilarious letters to comb through, and a pretty rockin friendship. So go dig up something that reminds you of how you ended up with that guy you married. You'll remember something good, something worth enjoying today.
Love,
Formerly Blue Cupid
Basking in my melancholy aura, I decided to pull out old letters and emails that Blair and I wrote each other when we were younger. The misspelled words and long forgotten subtle declarations of love cracked me up and brought me to happy tears.
Observations:
I am the luckiest of all the lucky girls in the world.
In retrospect I can now observe that my husband was ridiculously persistent and shameless in his pursuit of me. It's almost embarrassing to read about it now. I'm glad he stuck with it though.
I think I always knew that I would marry him. I was hoping anyway...
I can't imagine my life without his laugh and his loyal friendship.
So despite the blue moment tonight, I realized that I am very blessed. Blair always says that marriage is mostly about one word - commitment. It's about being committed to serving, forgiving, loving, and enjoying each other come what may. I'm grateful that I got to remember how sweet life has been with my best friend and it makes me want to work harder to make today just as sweet.
Now don't misunderstand, my friends. We are not poster children for perfect marriages - we won't be auditioning for that position in this life. Don't believe me? Refer to former thin mints post. We're just as crazy as the rest of you. But weekend lovers or no, for today we've got sensual Bob Marley music, some hilarious letters to comb through, and a pretty rockin friendship. So go dig up something that reminds you of how you ended up with that guy you married. You'll remember something good, something worth enjoying today.
Love,
Formerly Blue Cupid
Comments
Words can't describe how excited I am to see you tonight. Love your stinkin' guts.