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Are you superstitious?

I first saw this prompt and said, nope and skipped over it. But then I read some of the responses and discovered that I do indeed do some of the various things. But I would say it’s more lighthearted or comical; its just always done throughout my life, so it has just stayed.

I do the “knock on wood”. Haha! I never thought of this as superstition. Because I think everyone does this. You say something and in panic you knock on wood. That’s normal. And when I was younger my older brother would knock on my head instead….I figured out years later that he was calling my head wood. I was not a happy one…

My husband says that if he helps with the dishes then the weather will drastically change. Like if it’s a sunny day, it will suddenly snow! Or if it was calm, the wind would erupt and go crazy. Haha! But to his credit, when he does help occasionally it does snow, or pours, or the winds get up to 70mph.

True for me too. If I fold the socks… I have a basket for clean laundry, and in the bottom it naturally collects all the socks. And on a rare day I decide to fold them. I always say the weather is going to change since I’m messing with the socks. And it does sometimes, but less often than my husband.

I trust my gut. I don’t know if this superstitious, but everyone knows: when your gut squirms you listen.

These were the ones that stuck out to me the most.

Knocking on wood, doing dishes, gut, and socks. Those pesky socks…

We’ll have a fun weekend. If you want the weather to change, fold your socks or have your husband load the dishwasher, it might work.

Dear Me.

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Dear 100 year old me,

You’ve had a great life so far. This letter is not at your ending, you’ve still got a lot of life still to go.

How is the husband? Is he still going strong? Does he still take in projects at 99 years old? Is he just as kind and caring as he has always been? You should know how much he loves you.

How are your kiddos doing? Have they all accomplished everything they have set their minds to? How are your grandkids/ great grandkids? I’m thinking guessing they are still running a muck and keeping you on your toes. But they love their great grandma so much. You should be proud of what you initially started.

I saw your paintings in a gallery. I’m amazed that you are still painting to this day. What’s also amazing is that you paint just because you love to paint, not for the money side of things. But I still hope you are doing well in that department.

Are your grandkids reading that short story collection you put together? I still read them at night when I don’t want to watch a movie but still want a story. Also I’m happy you finally finished your Life of Two Best Friends series. I was always constantly anticipating the ending. Thankfully it didn’t take you 100 years of age to finally finish it. Only 36. Haha!

I hope you have accomplished all you have wanted in life. You have a wonderful family. You have used your God given talents for pure joy. You have a loving and wonderful husband. You brought up wonderful children. They had wonderful children.

You should be proud of yourself. I am proud of you.

Lots of Love,

Younger You. ❤️

.-.-.-.-.

That was actually quite fun. This would be fun to do just normally throughout your life. Just every 2-5 years write a letter to yourself, asking questions. Digging deep. Because then you can write a return reply and you can ask about all things you have accomplished in that short amount of time. You can just pause for a moment and see that yes, you may not be as far along as you were hoping, but you still accomplished a lot so far.

Have a wonderful Monday.

Again…Why One?

What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.

I have several questions. That I’m sure people can relate.

#1: How are you feeling?

I wish this question would be changed to how’s your day going? Or did you accomplish what you wanted today?

Something like that. Because if you ask me how I’m feeling my answer is always going to be I’m tired. I think I’m going to be tired for at least another ten years. But the problem is; is I answer by saying I’m tired and people get annoyed by my answer. So if you want a different answer ask me a different question.

Family is different. They can ask me how I’m doing. Because they know everything. Haha!

#2 What’s for dinner?

It’s not that I hate this question. But when I’m in the point of my cycle where I don’t want to choose, this question bothers me. Especially when I’ve already asked my husband what he wants and he doesn’t give me an answer. Hopefully as my kids grow up they will just ask, “Hey mom, can we have pizza for dinner?” Or “Can we have lasagna?” I’ve never been good at choosing. So excited for that day!!

#3 Do you really want to do that? Or, Choose that? Or, Do you think that is a good decision?

I know why this is asked. It is to help people learn. Someone questions you, so that you can really think about what you are doing. But for me this question always causes the person to question themselves. Even if their decision is good or right; they still doubt themselves. Then they ask that question, “What do you think?” And the other person replies, “I don’t know. You decide. It’s your decision.” That’s the part that irks me. If you are going to question me and make me second guess myself; then when I ask you for your opinion you better have a compelling response. If not, stay quiet. Let me figure things out through my own failure or success.

#4 Does this dress make me look big?

This question just bugs me. Because I know, not all women, but there are those few that ask this question fishing for a fight, compliments, vain, etc. But honestly you need to trust your own idea of what you like. Because at least for me, if you don’t absolutely love what you try on, you will never wear it. If you are worried about looking big, even before you buy it; then you will be constantly worried about that, and never give it a chance out of your closet.

And if I ask this question it’s to my husband or my mom. Because they give me honest answers. My body is a strange portion. I have big shoulders, long torso, and long legs. So if dresses are made for a short person then it’s going to look like I’m wearing a long shirt or that I lost half of my dress. So I ask for their opinion to know if it looks okay. I want them to confirm my thoughts.

Unless it’s family I cannot answer this question. Because I will answer honestly. And I never know if they are asking for the honest truth or for me to make them feel good.

That’s why I love thrift stores or Ross so much. Because if it’s not quite right, when I get home, then I’m not out too much. But I usually keep it and wear it at home. Or if I love it enough, I’ll hold onto it for my daughters. Everything comes back into style. Maybe by the time they are my size, they will like digging through my closet.

I guess there wasn’t many. But I’m sure there are more.

But like everything. As long as people are asking out of care or concern, all is fine.

Life…

If you think your life is chaotic…

I am a mom to two high energy kids. 6 & almost 3. And now I’m a mother to a 2 month old.

I cook from scratch for every meal, for every day.

I’m doing at least 3 loads of laundry a day to keep up!

My husband’s schedule shifts from day shifts to night shifts; that I don’t know what today is even. Oh, Sunday. I had to look.

But tack on top of this that we are trying to sell our house. So I have to keep the house showing ready. With those two rambunctious kids it’s almost impossible.

And we have our first showing tomorrow…at least I’ve been trying to stay on top of the house so it should be easy.

But if you are feeling overwhelmed today; just know there might be someone with a more chaotic life than yours. Relax and enjoy yourself if you have the time.

I do not. At least not until bedtime.

Have a great Sunday!

(Happy I know what day it is!)

Everything!

What’s your favorite thing to cook?

Since on my journey of making everything from scratch, I’ve found I love to make anything and everything. Baked goods, breads, Mexican foods, Chinese foods, Italian foods, Pizza, American foods, desserts, etc.

I make bread about twice a week. I make a baked good about once every two weeks. I make pizza once every two weeks. I make something chocolatey once a month; which involves making my own chocolate. I tend to cycle through all the types of foods. American, Italian, Mexican, etc. but u tend to make lots of Mexican foods because they are delicious!

Then comes a week where I’m not inspired to cook. I have many many recipes. More than you can imagine; but during this week none of them sound good to me. So ask the husband what he is craving. He gives his idea and I go on a hunt for a feasible recipe. So we try new things for a week; some are good and some are terrible. But it helps me to kickstart my drive to cook again.

I don’t really have a favorite thing to cook. I would say I love to cook foods that my husband is craving. I love to cook foods that my kiddos will devour without complaining. I love to make chocolate things just for me; but I always have to end up sharing.

It’s always a bummer to put in all that hard work of trying something new and it’s a flop. Because one you wasted your time, but you also have to make something else for dinner.

But I will say that bread is super easy now. Chocolate is super easy. Enchiladas is easy. Mac n cheese is easy. Pizza. Pudding. Pancakes. Etc. I could list many more. The ones I mentioned, I make either once a week or two-four times a week.

I even told my mother-in-law that it seemed like my day is spent making food, eating food, feeding a one month old, and cleaning up. Very true. Ha!

I hope your Sunday is filled with delicious foods.

Also. I’ve been making lots of hearty soups. My mother-in-law has been craving soups. Easiest meal ever! One pot! Yum!

This picture is kind of random, but mother-in-law asked if I had any idea to rearrange their living room. This was what I came up with. The colors aren’t exactly right but just so that she can show her husband the idea. Visual is always helpful when asking for a budget. Haha 😂

Hopefully it works for them. They have most of the furniture already.

Procrastinating.

What do you complain about the most?

Oh. Let me tell you! I’m am good with almost anything, but procrastinating is not one. When something is said to be done, to me that means right then and now. Not weeks and weeks later.

I’m the person that wants things to be done as soon as possible. However, my husband does his best work under pressure. So if something has to be done by the 30th; it gets done by the 28th. Ahhhhhhhh! I was dying inside. He told me he had to get paper work done by the 30th, on the 18th….so do it the 18th; or at the latest the 19th. Not the 28th.

Or

Husband: “I really want to do this project,” ( not anything specific).

Me: “okay let’s do this!” I start brainstorming ideas. Clean up the area. Get the babies happy.

Three weeks later…we start.

It’s not that my husband does it on purpose. He’s just super busy; and when he finally has a day off he wants to relax and recoup. Understandable.

I just wish I wasn’t told until days before we were going to start the project. But the husband uses me as a pin board, he tells me so I can remind him of the things he said he wants to get done…eventually. I can understand, however (I like that word.) I can only take so much.

And sometimes I explode!! Especially when it’s something I want done. My limit of waiting is about a week. And by week two I’m annoyed and murmuring under my breath. By week three I’m fed up and attempt to do it myself, and fail miserably. And if I manage to make it to week four, I explode! Not a great look for me. But I last way longer than I used to.

And my husband knows that now. That he only has three weeks until scary lady comes out. But again my husband likes pressure, so he waits until two weeks and 5 days before he gets going.

Ha! This is great. As I’m writing about complaining about procrastination I’m getting annoyed about procrastinating. It’s pretty hilarious.

We’ll have a productive Wednesday!

The Plan

What would you do if you won the lottery?

The plan. It will happen. If I or really we won the lottery, it would just kick start the plan. But the plan will be completed with or without winning the lottery.

First my husband could quit his job. We wouldn’t have to wait to sell our house; he could just be done.

We would pay off debts because that’s normal. Since we won’t be winning the lottery, we will do this once we sell our house. Our fresh start will be just that. Fresh.

We would pack up all our stuff and start our next chapter. He wants to flip houses. Start a business with his dad. I would help with the design side of it all. I’ve always wanted to design and style houses; to me it a new way of art. This is the start of the plan.

With winning the lottery, we could buy our property and start building our end home. But since that’s not realistic we will wait until we can afford it. We will live small. Smaller than we have been; which seems crazy! But we can do if for a bit. We can live small and cheap until we can afford to buy a small house somewhere. It would be a fixer upper; that we would eventually rent or sell.

We would continue to flip. Until we could buy our big property and build our house with cash. We are not going to be doing the debt thing. Because once you start debt it just grows and grows like mold.

Once my husband believes we have made enough and invested money correctly we will be done. We will enjoy life. We won’t be going crazy with money. We will just live. If we want to flip houses it will just be a teaching moment for our kids, or if there is something shiny my husband wants to buy. Haha!

We will build or buy a house for my mom. So she doesn’t have to worry about anything. She won’t have to work. She could just live. And then my kiddos can grow up going to Grandma’s house. Which is a dream! We hope my husband’s parents live closer so they can also visit Nana and Pop Pop’s house.

Nothing special. The plan is just to invest our time and money in the beginning while we are still young, and correctly make the future we hope for possible.

I stopped saying what we would do if we won the lottery, because it’s not going to happen. We don’t play the lottery. Because as I said. We will do this plan with or without winning.

And lately I’ve been thinking, I’ve already won the lottery. I have an amazing husband. He has done so much for us to get to this point. That it’s not been easy for either of us, but we are still going strong. I have amazing kids! Even though they drive me crazy!! They are still amazing. I have the coolest mama ever! She is my best friend; still to this day. ❤️ I have great siblings and new extended family members. Family is the most important thing to me. Which is why it’s sad to live so far away from them. But with the plan, we hope to visit more often.

So really, I’ve already won the lottery. The best one to win.

Look at your life, and see if you have too?

Emily

Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.

The meaning of Emily is rival or striving. Which makes sense with my personality. I’ve always put in great efforts for everything in my life. My art, my schooling, my family, my husband, my kiddos, etc. everything was hard work for me. Strangely enough my mom named me right!

Because my name is not a family name. My mom just liked the name Emily. When I was younger I was a little bummed I was not given a family name. But as I grew up I fell in love with my name. Now I cannot have another name. It’s my name. And now I have a daughter that I gave her a name that I have loved since I was little. But it’s not a family name either. So in a way she’s just like me.

However…I know I did a school assignment that was based on your name. And Emily meant something different back then. I probably have the school assignment somewhere packed away. But I wonder…

I love my name. Thanks Mama ❤️

Happy Birthday Hubby!! I love you!! 💕

A Good Leader…?

What makes a good leader?

To be fair.

To be honest.

To be non biased.

To be confident.

To be strong.

To be someone you would want to follow.

In a sense you should be proud of yourself. Your pride should be there because you take pride in the type of leader you are. Prideful leaders are always around. But you want the right kind of prideful leaders. Not ones that are proud to be in charge. But ones that are proud to be a role model in their place of leadership. That’s always a hard thing for people in power. Sometimes the power goes to their heads.

When I was on the swim team I was consider the leader for a small amount. But I always tried to be fair, honest, strong, and be someone that I myself would follow.

I struggled with being non biased and confidence. I would sometimes choose winning over wanting to include everyone. I’ve always struggled with confidence. Not when it was about just myself, but when I had to decided for other teammates. I would sometimes question myself. Being the leader is hard. But knowing what you struggle with, is the first step.

Being the swim coach was less stressful. In a strange way. I had more confidence in my decisions because I knew what my swimmers were capable of. Also being non biased was easier as a coach. Because winning races were part of being a team. So I had to put swimmers in races that could win first. But then also spread out the swimmers so we could place in multiple races. So I had to be diligent in my decisions. To win, but get as many swimmers in each race for points.

But these are just my experiences with being the leader. Others have didn’t ideas of what a good leader should be. Everyone is allowed their own idea.

Another is in our household. I am the leader of my kiddos unless daddy is home. And then he is the big leader. As my daughter says, “Daddy is the big boss, Mommy is the medium boss, I am the small boss, and brother is the Tiny boss. Sister is just a cute ball of love for now.” So I’m the medium boss; which I prefer. Now that I have so many different responsibilities; I prefer to know I don’t have to make the big decisions. My husband still discusses them with me, but ultimately it’s his decision.

Medium boss now must figure out dinner…maybe I’ll make my husband decide. I really dislike choosing. He does too, but he is the big boss, so Mwahahahahaha!!

Short Story #13

“A high school reunion? Sounds like fun!” Sharron squeaked as she pulled dinner from the oven.

“Would you really like to go? I don’t know anyone anymore. I haven’t seen them since graduation. I would be surprised if we have anything in common with them,” David was sitting at the kitchen table.

“What does that matter? It’s not like I’m going, expecting to make friends. I’m going to support you. Do you not want me to go?”

“Of course Sharron, I want you to go,” David stopped what he was doing and came to hug his wife from behind. “You would be the only good part about that event,” he kissed her on the neck. “It’s decided we are going. I need to show you off anyways; letting everyone know I am the luckiest man alive.” David walked back over to his phone and sent out a quick text.

‘I guess I’m going to a reunion.’ Sharron return to getting dinner ready.

Sharron

The reunion was not at what I was expecting. I thought it might be a relaxed restaurant, maybe thirty to forty people. No it was at their high school, which I should have assumed, and it was packed. Cars were spilling onto the side streets. A large crowd was gathering outside the gym doors. Us included. There was a loud thud coming from behind the doors. ‘I should have brought some earplugs.’

Looking around I felt out of place. David had insisted I wear a classic black dress. Nothing revealing or tight. Just classic. He assured me that I would not be the only one dressed up, but looking at the women around me I felt way overdressed. Like a few of the women off to my right, were wearing skimpy bedazzled mini dresses. They were dressed up in a sense, but they seemed to be barely wearing anything. Or they were all falling out of their tops. I would never wear something like that in public; and it’s not like I felt beneath them, but that I was uncomfortable for me. Also, for David to be exposed to their scantily clad clothing. I didn’t want my husband to see that. I didn’t want to be having these thoughts of worries.

But David’s hand moved to my waist, he pulled me closer to him and whispered, “I only have eyes for you. And be careful, you are staring.”

I glanced at David. His eyes were glued to mine. He was beginning to get that look, and I broke eye contact with him and blushed while glancing away. David chuckled at my rosy cheeks. ‘Not helping.’ Finally the doors opened.

Even though the night was not what I have expected, the food was delicious. They had Famous Dave’s catering. David and I rarely went out to eat, but if we did we went there. I loved the ribs; I could put away so many. But tonight I was being a little reserved since I was in public. ‘Maybe I could bribe a worker to bring me a large zippy and I could bring some home?’

David was off with his friends. He told me I could stay with him if I wanted, but that the guys are not very clean with their speaking. David knew how I felt about language; so instead I let him go off with the guys and I am still standing by the food. I wasn’t going to try and attempt to talk to anyone. The women I saw before were “dancing” by the DJ, if you could call it that. I’m sure there may be some people I could relate to, but I didn’t want to go and search for them. I planned to just stay in this general area the rest of tonight. But right now, I had to go to the dreaded spot. The restroom.

In the movies, the bathroom was the place that most of the backstabbing and ridiculing happened at reunions. And I’m devastated to say that it was indeed true.

“Did you see the woman that David brought? I knew he got married, but I assumed he would have married someone at least close to his level. She was such a plain Jane. Like did you see her dress?”

“I know right. Ugly. She may have a decent figure, but you would never know in that bag dress. It looked like a black trash bag tied at the waist. Hideous!”

‘Wow. The mean girls could really be mean. So thankful I was homeschooled and I didn’t have to go to another reunion.’

“Trixy, are you just a little bit more against her since you had a major crush on David in high school?”

‘What?

“No. I just assumed he would have married someone like Liz. She and David were the most popular at school. He deserved a Liz as his wife, not a sad Susan.”

“I think her name is Sharron…”

“Susan, Sharron. Same difference. Okay let’s adjust ourselves. Better. Maybe I missed my chance with David in high school, but I can always try now.”

“Don’t do anything drastic. Based on what I’ve been hearing, is that David only has eyes for his wife. However, showing him you exploding out of your top might be the only way to get him to glance at you. No guy can resist that.” They laughs together. “That looks perfect. Let’s go and break up a marriage!”

They were truly awful. I wanted to go home.’ I exited the bathroom stall and checked my reflection. My eyes were a little smudged by the tears kept at bay. I cleaned up my face and ventured back into the lions den. I no longer wanted to be at this ridiculous reunion. David was right, I shouldn’t have come.

I had planned to march over to David and demand we leave, but as I glanced over at him he was laughing and smiling with the guys surrounding him. I couldn’t bring myself to be that wife. Instead, I decided to just go sit alone outside. The warm air was enough company for me; I needed some peace and quiet, to calm my flustered heart.

David

“Dude, I can’t believe you are married. You were the last person I ever assumed would get hitched,” Jeremy smacked me on the shoulder. “I thought you were all about that bachelor life. New chick every night. No strings. Freedom. What happened?”

‘I knew this conversation was bound to happen. I was a different type of guy in high school. And now looking back I wish I hadn’t been that guy.’

“I grew up. I matured. And it’s a good thing I did or I would never been good enough for Sharron.”

“I don’t get it,” Jeremy shook his head.

“Well I do. David found a diamond in the rough. There aren’t too many Sharron’s left in the world. Especially in today’s world. David is lucky that, that caliber of woman decided he was good enough for her.”

Looking around to see who said that, my eyes came to Devan. Devan and I were never friends in high school; but I decided in that moment that he would be a good new friend to make. I nodded at him.

“Thank you, Devan. Means a lot.”

“Why are you even standing here, Devan? You should be off in the library or stalking unattractive women,” Jeremy and several of the guys huddle around snickered.

Devan turned away and left.

“Enough,” I stepped out of the center. I was a different person now. I guess these guys will never understand. “When will you guys ever grow up? You know become mature? I’m different now. I don’t enjoy breaking people down and belittling them. I’m not proud of the person I was back in high school. I’m proud of who I’ve change to be. And my wife. She is the best thing that ever happened to me. I am lucky to have her as Devan said.”

I was just met with blank stares and some annoyed faces. They would never understand, because most of these guys still wished to be back in high school, and I’m the person that now wishes they could forget those four years. ‘I shouldn’t have come.’ “Forget it. None of you will understand until you decide to leave the past as the past. It was different to see you all again, but I think my time here is done. Good seeing you all,” I raised my beer to them and started away.

“Hey David! Do you remember me?”

A woman stood before me. I only kept my eyes at her eyes, because of her posture I’m sure she wanted me to look lower. But I wouldn’t do that. Not to my wife, but also because I’m not the same guy; and I’m ashamed to say that younger me would have looked. Which made me sick to my stomach. “Nope,” and I walked away from that group. I was done with them. Instead, I wanted to be with that special one.

“Hey David,” Marleen called over, “I know where your wife went if you are looking for her.”

Marleen was a safe person. Her husband was Tomas, a man I worked with occasionally. If she could help me end this night quicker I would take it. I headed off in her direction.

Sharron

The night air was warm and soothing. I could only hear a soft thumping from the gym. I was sitting on the bleachers by soccer field. I wasn’t too far a distance from the gym, but I was far enough that I knew I would not be disturbed.

Tonight had been something I needed to experience. Next time I’ll listen to David, if he is not one hundred percent in support of me going somewhere then I’ll just stay home. Being homeschooled saved me from ever experiencing this type of thing. Like I could go to a swim team reunion, but would I really want to? I’m probably also the only one to be married, stay at home wife, wanting a family, and so on. I think one reunion is enough for one lifetime.

David

Marleen didn’t just tell me where Sharron had disappeared to, but also what had been said in the bathroom. Marleen had been in one of the stalls as well. She summarized what was said, and I’m not surprised Sharron disappeared outside.

There Sharron sat. Back to the gym doors, hunched over on the bleachers. I don’t know if she was cold or what, but her shoulders were shaking. She had better not be crying. Or I was going to knock some heads together. I quickened my pace until I was just inches from her. Then I heard her.

Laughter. She was laughing hysterically. I shook my head and smirked. ‘That’s my Sharron.’

“Anything good?” I tapped her on the shoulder.

She yelped, throwing the phone into the air, and started to fall backwards off the bleachers.

I caught her in my arms, but sadly the phone was thrown in the opposite direction. She was more important than some phone.

Sharron had her eyes still closed. Thinking she was still falling bracing herself for the painful thud. I laughed, “you are not going to fall. At least not when I’m around.”

Her eyes opened in a flash and then searched my face.

I could see happiness of recognition, but I also saw the hurt. She tried to mask it, but I knew her all too well to know when she was hiding something from me. It pained me to see her hurting. I pulled her closer to me and kissed her. A deep kiss. A I love you with all I have, kiss. A kiss that should tell her that whatever was said before meant nothing. A kiss at wasn’t just for her, but for me as well.

I pulled away from her to see a rosiness rising in her cheeks again. Oh, how I loved the rose color; especially when it was because me. “Do you want to head home?”

She looked at me, “you sure you have talked to everyone that you wanted to? We don’t have to leave just because I’m hiding out here.”

I loved her. Even though she was feeling miserable, she still cared about me first. “Yeah, I’m good. I realized a bit ago that I don’t have much in common with those people as I used to. Also I’m happy I can’t relate to them anymore. But I did sip on a beer, are you good to drive home?”

Her face lit up! “Sure I’ll drive.”

She scrambled to get out of my arms, gathered up her purse and jacket, scooped up her surprisingly fine phone, linked arms with me and headed back towards the gym. Her face was beaming.

‘There she is. My Sharron was back.’ I allowed myself to be towed by the woman I love.

As I entered the gym once again, I could feel glares in my direction. I knew these people were petty but I didn’t realize how much. Good riddance. I’m just bummed that I only hung out with those people, that I didn’t get to talk more with Devan and Marleen. They seemed like they would be more like my type of people.

We only paused a moment in front of the food. Sharron was eyeballing something. And I knew instantly what she was wanting. I kissed her on the cheek and left her there, walking towards the food buffet. Returning to her with a large foiled brick in my hands. She looked at me quizzically.

“Ribs. I guessed this is what you wanted, right?”

The rose color resurfaced again. This time accompanied by a small embarrassed grin. “How did you know?”

I interlocked my fingers with hers and whispered into her ear, “because I know everything about you.”

She let out a giggle deepening the red in her cheeks.

‘Man, I love her.’ I was about ready to kiss her once again, here in the middle of everyone, but I knew that would only embarrass Sharron. I wouldn’t, but I wanted to. I wanted to let everyone know that I was proudly and happily married to my wife. Instead, I let her hold the packaged ribs and placed both hands on her hips guiding her through the crowd. That touch alone would tell the other woman they had no chance and tell the men to keep their distance. I knew I was protective, but I didn’t realize I was this protective. But as Devan said, she was a diamond. I needed to keep her by me so that she wasn’t snatched away.

After nodding goodbye to a handful of my old teachers we were finally outside again. Only to almost run into Devan.

“Whoops. My bad,” Devan said as he side stepped out of Sharron’s way.

“No problem at all Devan. Sorry. Wasn’t really paying attention,” which was true. How could I with my beautiful wife in front of me.

“Totally understand. With this one as your partner, I’m not surprised. Maybe more surprised that you thought to bring her somewhere like this,” he gestured his drink around, “not a very classy place for a classy lady.”

“Yep. My mistake. But good seeing you. We are headed out, but I hope to be able to meet up with you again.” I handed him one of my business cards. “I put my cell on the back. Really. Good seeing you.” And I started to guide Sharron past Devan and towards our car.

“You too, David.”

David

Finally we were home. I think I’m going to stop drinking, because that was the longest, most stressful hour drive I’ve ever experienced. I love Sharron but she can’t drive. Ha!

Sharron

I was clean and in our bed. That shower helped wash away all the negativity and mean words that were said today. I had nothing to worry about. Because David loved me. He loved me so much that he got me a huge amount of ribs! More than I was going to ask for. He loved me. I knew it. And I also knew, that I loved him unconditionally. He was my wonderful husband. Mine. Forever mine. As David climbed into bed, I knew it would always be like this. He would always be the one next to me. I snuggled into his side. That was my spot. Forever and always.

David

She was beautiful. This lovingly woman in my arms. Especially after realizing how much of a terrible person I must have been in high school. That it amazed me that this wonderful woman chose me. I just held her in my arms, listening to her sighs in her sleep. I pulled her closer to me, kissing her forehead, and closed my eyes. Breathing in pace with her, savoring this woman, as I too fell asleep.