From Wedding

I’m sure many married people have asked themselves this question. At one time I did too.

My answer was: YES, I did marry the perfect person for me. The man I married 19 years ago knew just what I needed when I needed it and how I needed it.

He has driven me to madness but he has also propelled me to happiness.

He made me want to be a better person than I was; although he would have been perfectly happy with the girl he married, he makes me want to be worthy of his love.

He makes me smile. Even at my worst, this man can make me smile. And during the lowest of low moments when nothing could bring forth a smile, he was there to cushion me until I could muster one.

After 19 years of togetherness is our marriage perfect? Of course not. Nobody’s is. We make love but we also make wars. And I’ve learned that it’s all good because it’s what happens in between the loves and wars that truly matters. It’s the mundaneness of living everyday with the same person that is important. It’s the day’s hellos and goodbyes, the good mornings and good nights that matter. It’s the mere words and acts that we take for granted. It’s those that when you make a conscious effort to inject love in the ordinary and actually mean it, they become extra ordinary.

When you say ‘HELLO’, for instance, say it as if you said ‘hello! I am truly happy to see you’. When you say ‘GOOD MORNING’ say it as if saying ‘I am glad to open my eyes and you’re the first thing I see. I am glad to start another day with you and I can’t wait until we are back in this moment again to say GOOD NIGHT.’

To the man who still can make me smile and can still make me feel beautiful as a girl but respects me as a woman and friend, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY. We don’t look the same as when we said I DO but neither would I say ‘I DO’ the same way. Today, if I were asked again to answer, I will say I DO more confidently and ardently because I know what is to come…and I do not regret one moment of what has come to pass.

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I was visiting The Coyboy’s Wife and found out that she is having a Land’s End Giveaway. She is giving away a very pretty red woman’s slippers, a fleece pajama set and these men’s moc slippers. My first instinct was the pajamas. My daughter would love to have one of those fleece pajamas. I wouldn’t have minded the red slippers either.

Then I realized, my poor husband doesn’t have good slippers and I didn’t even think about it until much later. I felt bad. I remember a time when he came first on my shopping list and any other lists. Now 17 years and 3 kids later, I realize I have kind of put him on the back burner. Poor thing just doesn’t come up on top of very many lists lately. I hear this is what happens to old married folks, but if you told me this 17 years ago I wouldn’t have believed you.

Our anniversary is coming up in a few days. We probably won’t be going anywhere just the two of us. We’ve just gotten in the habit of always having the girls with us for any celebration, birthdays and anniversaries alike. We don’t have a lot of time to be just the two of us anymore and I don’t think either of us mind. We both like having our girls with us. However, I think we do need to work on making each other more of a priority. We need to hike each other up a little higher on the list if you know what I mean.

I was tagged by Cheh, the Moderately Confused Pinay in Deutschland for this meme a while back and I am finally getting around to it today.

Here are the following guidelines of the meme:
1. First name: (a photo would be nice)
2. How and where did you meet?
3. Characteristics
4. Your plans 20 to 30 years from now.

This is a meme about our better halves. Or worse halves whichever way you want to look at it No matter which way you look at it, they are our halves and without them we cannot be whole.

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I was tagged by Teacher Julie a few weeks back to talk about what I was thinking when I met my husband.

I was not in a happy place when I met my husband. I was just coming out of an eight year relationship that ended badly and meeting someone else was the farthest thing on my mind. It was a weird time when I felt so low and unattractive but strangely light as if a huge burden has been lifted off me.

I talked to my husband first before I ever met him. He had called looking for my sister’s fiance’ who was, coincidentally, his half brother. Although the conversations was brief, he claims that even then he thought me attractive sounding. I don’t even remember that conversation until years later when I was cleaning some papers and I had written down on a piece of paper, “Mike from North Carolina called for James”.
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