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Monday, September 24, 2007

Fall Lovin'.

Yesterday I woke up on the wrong side of the bed-literally.

I'd fallen asleep watching my favorite show on DVD (also referred to as Grey's Anatomy, I know I'm obsessed.)

I'm sure you can only imagine just how exciting my Saturday nights are these days, huh?

So I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and felt off all morning. My throat was sore, my head was pounding and H was of course, ready for action!

After last week both J and I were exhausted, between work schedules and kid schedules and the busyness of life it had seemed like we'd fallen into a pattern of ships crossing in the ocean.

There was more than one occasion that I was short and snippy about things that really don't matter but when you're tired and spent it happens anyway.

So we spent Sunday doing our "fall" cleaning and organizing. Got the house in order. Got things put away. Ran to the grocery store, where I am once again guilty of trying to buy unhealthy snacks even though my husband is trying so hard to eat healthy. I can't help it I've got such crazy eating habits. He calls me the 'sabotager', but I'm really not. I just really happen to like cinnamon pull aparts, chocolate chip granola bars and Cookie Crisp cereal. And in case you're wondering we did not buy any of the above. Sadly.

It has certainly been a few weeks since we'd had a good date night, so I mentioned getting a sitter and going to a movie. Considering we only had H, our nephew was available to come and hang out while H slept and we went and saw "The Nanny Diaries."

You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.

Of all the movies out and all the times they were showing, that was the best fit for our evening. And my husband did not put up a fight.

Because the way he loves me he is willing to do things like sit through "The Nanny Diaries" on a Sunday night when he's got a hundred and one things going through his mind about the upcoming week.

And sitting in the movie, which I know is far from what some would call a quality date night. (I think the words some use is movies=false sense of closeness.) But sitting in this chick flick, next to the one I call my husband, sharing our typical movie theater treats (all healthy, of course.) was just what I needed to end a day that started on the wrong side of the bed.

It is funny how much I take J for granted. I know that sounds so cliche to say, but it is so true.

Though, yes, I am the first to admit that he knows better than anyone else how to push my buttons and get me fired up about something, he is also the first to try and make things better when they aren't quite going my way.

We are far from perfect people, that is for sure, but we are perfect for each other.

Perfect in the way that we complement the other, know how to make each other laugh and know how to make things work.

Making it work is what it is all about.

So I'm going to reitterate and add to the words I wrote two fall's ago and say,

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats, who holds your hand, Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who's willing to make it work, day in and day out, through laughter and tears, good stress and bad. Wait for the one who turns to people and says, "...that's her."

Me and Him. November 2003. London.


Blogger melissa said...

love it. love you. love that so often you are riding right alongside me on my wavelength.

September 24, 2007 at 9:12 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

These are the things that love is all about, not the flowers and candy. Take those couple dates when you can get them in, don't put them off or you never get around to it. I love you both, you are on good footing, Jesus is the center of your relationship, you can't go wrong. My love love love to you.....Mumsy

September 24, 2007 at 4:31 PM  
Anonymous Izzy Rose said...

So sweet. Gave me a lump in my throat. Great advice.


September 26, 2007 at 11:36 AM  

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