Still Fullilove
We are married, and life is good. It’s so nice to wake up and have him there and go to sleep and have him there. The “Married for Years” all have their advice, and it’s boring and predictable. They say, “I love when mine’s gone. Someday you’ll love when he’s away. You’ll have your own time and space again.” They say, “Just wait.” They say, “When you’ve been married as long as we have.” I think it’s the saddest story ever, and I hope they’re all wrong. I still haven’t gotten over our magic together, and I hope I never do. Let’s not take each other for granted. Let’s never be only roommates. I signed up for the love of my life not lukewarm companionship.
We spent Thanksgiving with Kelly’s family, and it was warm and cozy. Kelly’s Aunt’s funny rat terrier performed for everyone and took turns going from lap to lap, overjoyed at all the affection. Kelly’s Pappaw is a storyteller, and I couldn’t adore him more. He talks about his childhood, and he stares off in the distance with dreamy eyes. Kelly’s grandmother chimes in to correct him, and he chuckles to himself. He believes in his football team, and he loves peanut brittle. Kelly’s Aunt Shelly is beautiful and shows us photos in an old yearbook where she looked like the prom queen with long hair. I swear she laughs with a southern accent and she’s the best part of welcoming and kindness of life in Arkansas. She’s all grace and a bit of feisty. It is so easy to slip in to the holiday there.