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Tag: Husband
Schooling Some Fools*
Sometimes, I’ll call down to the basement to get Cohiba’s attention and he’ll call back, “I can’t right now! Schoolin’ some fools!”
Isn’t She Quaint? Showing Love
Whenever I’m around my mom or my MIL, I often find myself feeling unsteady, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on how to explain it. Today, I realized that there’s a scene from the show Firefly that seems to show it well.
(What? You haven’t seen Firefly? Surely know that if you watch it, any ailment you’re feeling in your body is miraculously healed and a puppy is saved from being kicked. So go watch it. I’ll wait.)
Love In Off-Key Singing
Wee One has a pretty regular bedtime routine, and it revolves around the letter B. Bedtime britches (an overnight diaper), bottle, brush teeth, book, and then bed. After the book and before bed is a prayer and song, but those don’t start with B, so I don’t include them. They’re part of the “bed” part of the routine.
I cradle her in my arms and rock and sing her “Baby Mine” from Dumbo, which I have done since she was about 4 months old, and Cohiba, who does not sing at all, has learned the words from hearing me sing it so many times.
What’s Your Dream?”
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Futures Past.”
Last night, my dearest Cohiba told me that I helped him make his dream come true. Moving out here with him, doing a job he loves and being in a place he feels challenged and supported has been a dream that has so far not been realized. It made me feel pretty special, honestly, and happy to know he feels so loved.
Valentine’s Day Reflections
This is Valentine’s Day in the U.S. (so it probably bleeds elsewhere), and this one has a lot of firsts for me.
This is my first Valentine’s Day as a married woman.
This is my only pregnant Valentine’s day.
And this has put me in a reflective mood.
How Do You Know I Love You? I Make You Chai
My husband Cohiba is the most dear person in the world to me, and I say it often to him, just so he doesn’t forget. There are ways to convey your love to someone (and if you bring up the stupid Extreme song More Than Words… Just don’t.) These are 8 gifts I would give him to would convey my love.
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Since marriage…
It’s almost two months that I’ve been married, and last night I did a memory book of the detritus I had collected during wedding trip in Disney World. (Yeah – I’m a Disney bride.) Now I’ve got my Sherlock pipe and I’m ruminating on things that are different now.
One big change since I got married is that people respond to me differently. When I called him my “boyfriend” or “fiance,” they responded less seriously to it than when I talk about my “husband.”
For example: “I need to talk to my boyfriend/fiancé” about a decision means they’ll keep talking to me about it. When I say, “I need to talk to my husband” about the same decision, they shut up. Like they respect the role of “wife” more than “fiancée” or “girlfriend.”
Anther difference, and I’m sure this is normal, is that I’m thinking longer term. Will we buy land? What kind of house will we build? Where? Can we raise a family there? The cool thing is, I’m thinking about this stuff, and I’m not freaking out. I’m a bit of a commitment-phobe, so this is a big deal.
I know yet even more what I want: I want to build a tiny house. I want to write more, a book. I want to live more in faith. I want to act in the Renaissance Faire. I WANT to do these things, even though I may miss on something better that comes along. For so long in my life I’ve been drifting around hoping to catch the Better Thing that people stumble onto, but now I don’t think that’s real. I don’t think Something Better will come along. Maybe it’s all Better. It’s just a choice.
Moreover, I’m not afraid to try things because I know my husband is behind me, is with me. Which brings me to my last point: I’m not alone anymore. I was so alone before him, and I didn’t even know it. What a wonderful discovery, and even better that I can make it with my Cohiba.
Update: I also second everything my Texan sister said. (Except for the surgery on the honeymoon part – that sucks.) How funny that we posted this on the same day!
A Lone Tear
We just got our wedding pictures this week – they’re awesome.
People had warned that I wouldn’t remember my wedding day, but I thought I would be shielded from that memory loss given the fact that my wedding day and reception day are separate.
Looking at the photos, I realize every0ne was right, despite the short ceremony. But I do have one memory.
The single tear that fell from my husband’s eye as we were saying our vows.
