Thursday morning I woke up feeling a bit out of sorts and knew something was up. Later that day my sinuses started their partying and by the evening I couldn't talk without coughing and choking. Even with drugs this continued through Friday. Today I still have some issues and a very scratchy sore throat that makes talking difficult. So, I've decided to write instead.
On my sister, Victoria's, blog she asks three questions. One is what does love mean to you. Recently I've been thinking about that myself when it comes to my relationship with my husband. Love to me is being able to disagree while respecting each others opinions. Anyone who says they never fight doesn't have a real relationship. Anyone who claims their spouse is perfect needs a reality check. No one is perfect...no,not even me...but relationships are built on being able to love each other even while having differnt opinions. Some of the best marriages I know are people who admit they don't always like what the other does, but they always love them. I used to tell the kids that when the old - you don't love me line - came out of their mouths. I would tell them, I don't like you very much right now, but I will always love you.
Another thing that makes me smile is he calls me Zucchini instead of that tired old overused squash others call their husbands or wives...you know...pumpkin! We have a variety of names for each other that no one else would even think of and to us they all mean I love you.
So, while life is not perfect I am still finding it interesting and fun. As I told one of my younger friends, last tuesday, with each new era I find more things to enjoy and make more discoveries about myself, so I don't regret the years moving on, but look forward to what awaits me next. Life is one big adventure and each experience is something to build on. I think I'll keep this life awhile longer.
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Aye but the pollen is upon us! I sympathize with you more than you know..between sneezes of course. :)
Hubby still occasionally greets me with, "Hi Guy!" People may give him funny looks, but it cracks me up.
All my life my Dad teased me about my big butt. I was SO self conscious about it. One day hubby and I were talking about the first time we met and he said,"You had the cutest butt. Still do!"
How can you not love a man who sees human padding as sexy? ;)
Great post! I did my post about love a long time ago here. But I think the Scott Peck quote I used to end it says it well: "True love is not a feeling by which we are overwhelmed. It is a committed, thoughtful decision."
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