Dance with You.
I fell in love with Tom all over again, last night.
In married life, it seems completely unavoidable to fall into the mundane everyday patterns that emerge... to go with the flow of the day, getting caught up in all the little things that make life so tedious to begin with. It is easy for me to sometimes take for granted that big spark that brought us under one roof to begin with. Between us both being ill with the bubonic plague, exams, and all of the other curveballs life has been throwing our way, Tom and I have been spending less quality time together. Our schedules are almost always off, and when we're both around, we're busy doing different things. It happens. Out of the blue yesterday, and literally, with a bolt of lightning, I realized how much I completely miss my husband.
Yesterday, after work, I went furniture shopping with Herlie. She just got a new apartment, and she is so incredibly excited to start getting stuff for it. After visiting her apartment, I was driving home in a thunderstorm. Right in front of me, a huge lightning bolt lit up the sky. In some strange coincidence, Live started playing on the radio. Do you ever have those moments that completely take you back to a cherished memory, and you feel like you are almost there, again? That is what happened with me. About five or six years ago, Tom and I went to a Live/Counting Crows concert over at Blossom with some of our friends. We had lawn seats, that night. It started off as a gorgeous summer night, but as the Live set started, these thick, black clouds started rolling in, and with it, came the rain. The sensible people started to take cover, and the older concert goers scattered off back to their cars. Tom and I didn't go anywhere, though. We just started dancing together, in the rain. It was raining so hard I could barely open my eyes...we were soaked to the bone. We didn't care though... we just held eachother, dancing and kissing in the rain. That is probably one of my favorite memories... one of the things that will keep me warm when I'm ninety and thinking about what it used to be like to be young and in love.
So, last night, I remembered all of this like a ton of bricks while driving home, and it just reminded me of how much I missed him. I couldn't wait to get home to Tom. Our anniversary is coming up... ten years. Ten years of smart ass comments, easygoing banter, and putting up with eachother's bullshit. And I wouldn't give a day of it back.
In married life, it seems completely unavoidable to fall into the mundane everyday patterns that emerge... to go with the flow of the day, getting caught up in all the little things that make life so tedious to begin with. It is easy for me to sometimes take for granted that big spark that brought us under one roof to begin with. Between us both being ill with the bubonic plague, exams, and all of the other curveballs life has been throwing our way, Tom and I have been spending less quality time together. Our schedules are almost always off, and when we're both around, we're busy doing different things. It happens. Out of the blue yesterday, and literally, with a bolt of lightning, I realized how much I completely miss my husband.
Yesterday, after work, I went furniture shopping with Herlie. She just got a new apartment, and she is so incredibly excited to start getting stuff for it. After visiting her apartment, I was driving home in a thunderstorm. Right in front of me, a huge lightning bolt lit up the sky. In some strange coincidence, Live started playing on the radio. Do you ever have those moments that completely take you back to a cherished memory, and you feel like you are almost there, again? That is what happened with me. About five or six years ago, Tom and I went to a Live/Counting Crows concert over at Blossom with some of our friends. We had lawn seats, that night. It started off as a gorgeous summer night, but as the Live set started, these thick, black clouds started rolling in, and with it, came the rain. The sensible people started to take cover, and the older concert goers scattered off back to their cars. Tom and I didn't go anywhere, though. We just started dancing together, in the rain. It was raining so hard I could barely open my eyes...we were soaked to the bone. We didn't care though... we just held eachother, dancing and kissing in the rain. That is probably one of my favorite memories... one of the things that will keep me warm when I'm ninety and thinking about what it used to be like to be young and in love.
So, last night, I remembered all of this like a ton of bricks while driving home, and it just reminded me of how much I missed him. I couldn't wait to get home to Tom. Our anniversary is coming up... ten years. Ten years of smart ass comments, easygoing banter, and putting up with eachother's bullshit. And I wouldn't give a day of it back.