gloriously imperfect

Jan 31, 2008 23:30

When I am talking with my friends about relationships and stuff, I tend to adopt a jokey "Oh, aren't relationships horrible, I am old and married" sort of thing because it just seems like the thing to do. Nobody really wants to hear about how great it is being married and how they should just get married already. Plus, it really isn't - by which I mean it's the same relationship, with the same person, and it's certainly not some sort of magic bullet, happily-ever-after solution.

But I do feel lucky, incredibly so. Warts and all, I married my most favorite person in the entire world, and I am pretty sure he feels the same way about me. We are both annoying in a thousand little ways that we get on each other for constantly, but in reality I am glad about that because I find it a sign that we are no longer trying to impress one another and comfortable in each other's company.

So while I kvetch about S's foibles more often than not, I just thought I'd share one of the many things he does that brings that tingly feeling right back. Whenever I get home after him and he is already asleep, which given our work schedules is at least once a week, he has left the bedroom lamp on for me on the dimmest setting so I will be able to find my way into bed, where I am warm and safe with him.

relationships, marriage, love

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