“Pinpoint a moment in your past where you had to make a big decision.” Well, let me try.
Was my biggest decision to give this funny American guy my phone number and address, not knowing he would turn out to be the love of my life and my husband for so many years?
“What makes you feel loved” that is this weeks writing challenge at Impromptu Promptlings and I thought about it last night.
Aren’t all men romantic? Aren’t they supposed to sweep us of our feet and lay us down on a bed of rose paddles, in a room with flickering candles while soft, romantic music is playing in the background?
My husband came home and he looked exhausted. “I just spend 30 minutes in the drugstore looking for a cheap lipstick and they gave me Hell,” he said and I laughed; we sat down and he told me the story.
…and who is going to win? Has this country gone mad? I am sickened about what is going on in Kentucky, it makes me shake my head in disbelieve. I feel like we are thrown back into middle age believes, at least part of the country.
My sleep pattern was always a little bit weird and I never really had an explanation. I woke up numerous times during the night and just couldn’t go back to sleep, no matter how hard I tried.
I am happily married to 98% of the time. I love my husband dearly, he is my best friend and the nail to my coffin :-). However, there are days, when I want to whack him the frying pan and I assume he feels the same way. There are days, when we seem to talk two different languages. It took me 30+ years of marriage, but I finally found the answer:
My husband is my best friend, my soul mate, the nail to my coffin. 🙂
I could write about him for hours, but I know he wouldn’t like it. He doesn’t like to be the center of attention. He is introvert and he enjoys watching the extroverts and what he sees makes him smile. So I won’t write much about him, only that he gets me, that we get each other.
There is one piece of technology that I miss and wish it would be still used the way it was used when I was younger. Telegrams, I wish this service would be still around and used, maybe not on an everyday base, but for special occasions.
I have a very good friend, she and I go way back. She is African American and one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I am tall, blonde, with blue eyes and freckles, she is a dark skinned Goddess and the poster child for the word “petite”. We are quiet a pair.