keep all arms and legs inside the vehicle...
It's something like this:
Perfection.
Okay, it's a lot like that. Complete with imperfections to make it realistic. I'm talking about my marriage. For the past 8 days it has been glorious.
8 days. How many days was it so far from perfect that it was shattering us both? How many days was it filled with lies? Let's not think about that.
And every day that passes like this, in this joy-producing way, fills me with hope. The hope is building and becoming weight to bear, adding up on my shoulders for me to carry around with me. It's floating above our actions, riding on every little word, ready to crash down if things go bad. It's quite a bit of pressure, let me tell you.
In other news, I have been in a fantastic mood lately. I thought it was coming from inside, but now I think it's actually a result of the flood of birthday-and-more excitement. Upcoming: Tonight - dinner with Mom, playing with curry and tofu and glazing. Tomorrow: Date night. Wednesday: pot luck party at the Pottery studio. Thursday: Chris and Gwynn and Mer cook birthday meal for me. Friday: leave for Brownsville for the wedding. Saturday: Wedding. Sunday: Toni hosts Bday dinner for Salima and me. Pretty nice line up, n'est pas? Enough to make me a bouncy girl. Despite the heavy hope I'm lugging.
Perfection.
Okay, it's a lot like that. Complete with imperfections to make it realistic. I'm talking about my marriage. For the past 8 days it has been glorious.
8 days. How many days was it so far from perfect that it was shattering us both? How many days was it filled with lies? Let's not think about that.
And every day that passes like this, in this joy-producing way, fills me with hope. The hope is building and becoming weight to bear, adding up on my shoulders for me to carry around with me. It's floating above our actions, riding on every little word, ready to crash down if things go bad. It's quite a bit of pressure, let me tell you.
In other news, I have been in a fantastic mood lately. I thought it was coming from inside, but now I think it's actually a result of the flood of birthday-and-more excitement. Upcoming: Tonight - dinner with Mom, playing with curry and tofu and glazing. Tomorrow: Date night. Wednesday: pot luck party at the Pottery studio. Thursday: Chris and Gwynn and Mer cook birthday meal for me. Friday: leave for Brownsville for the wedding. Saturday: Wedding. Sunday: Toni hosts Bday dinner for Salima and me. Pretty nice line up, n'est pas? Enough to make me a bouncy girl. Despite the heavy hope I'm lugging.