One of those days that you never take for granted
I prefer my house to any other place. Not that I love my house [I hate my house] but no other place offers the relative safety and predictability that my house does. But, yesterday I left the house because I knew Monica wanted to spend the holiday with her sister, Shelby. I'm glad we did. The day turned out to be quite enjoyable, and very relaxing.
Shelby was there, and Marielle, and the four of us sat around talking about diets and boy problems. Shelby is in a long term relationship with a guy she clearly does not love. Marielle is dating three guys ... two of which she does not like, and a third that doesn't like her (Interestingly enough, that's the who has had her toes in his mouth and his manhood in hers).
Listening to other people talk about relationships always makes me feel so grateful for the one I am in. Despite our differences [and they are extreme] there is a connection between us that few couples ever feel. This love is deep, and perfect, and gets stronger every day.
Monica was starving by the time we got home, so we decided to forego fireworks and have a late dinner, instead. I cooked a couple of steaks with sauteed green peppers and mushrooms, and then we turned in for the night.
Maybe not the perfect holiday.... it's hard to consider it perfect when we had to spend it hundreds of miles from our kids. But, all in all, I would not trade these special moments for the world. My life, as unpredictable as it has become, makes me happy. And for me, any day that I experience that emotion is a good day.