I really should be working on a wonderful post honoring my amazing mother who has been there for Jim and me through thick and thin, everything in between, and everything since. She's watched me go through things that no woman should have ever had to on more occasion than once. She's sat through pictures and evidence that even the goriest of cable network shows wouldn't broadcast and she's done it without flinching. She remains Jim's second loudest cheerleader. And that's just what she does for us. That's not counting all she does for the other nine and their spouses... or her own husband and his family.
But I can't focus on anything more than how I spent this weekend last year.
We were so in love. So happy. Having worked our way through so many adventures already, we were very ready to start on our next series of big adventures. I teased Jim mercilessly about how "romantic" he was... calling him a slug in the romancing department (he was so far from that, but he'd laugh at me and it made him smile so I'd throw it out there every once in awhile)... he flew home for the weekend and was greeted at the airport with a great big smile and hug... and roses spread out on the bed in the shape of a giant heart... I thought he was going to break down and become a girl on me right there and then... all teary eyed at the thought of someone taking the time to do something like that for him. We had an amazing weekend doing nerdy things that only the two of us could really appreciate... like touring the local museums... the wildlife refuges... and planning for this year's taxes... yeah, in May... what can I say?
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