This morning I couldn’t reach Harry. He’s usually online and we text back and forth or call each other and are basically “in touch” whenever we want. But today there […]
It is not enough to say you rock my world, even though you do. It is not enough to say you turn me on, even though it’s more than I ever thought possible. It’s more. You are more.
One of the things that’s so great about playing sports as young people is they teach a thing called “sportsmanship” and it usually involved losing with dignity. You don’t name call, you don’t play dirty. You follow the rules, you’re a gentleman and if or when you lose, you hold your head up high knowing you did your best and the day just didn’t go your way.
I’m done with the supposed fairytale romances. Give me Walmart, 7Eleven, and the DrudgeReport. Give me everything I had in my marriage but add everything I missed.
Normal. Please. Normal. Excruciatingly sexily normal. So much I can’t stand to be away from his lips normal. And when they meet, they fuse together in a cosmic shift that is undeniably normal. Hauntingly passionately…normal….
Well, it’s happened. The inevitable first awkward moment in a relationship where it is evident that you and he are at odds. I hate those moments. Unfortunately it was unavoidable and we both did and said things we wish we had said or done differently. But at least it’s behind us now. One down and in our lifetime, probably many more to go.
I grew up about a block away from the railroad tracks. On summer nights especially, I distinctly remember my window open welcoming the cool night air, and hearing the train […]
I sometimes have in a blink of an eye a glimpse of a purpose for me that is different. I’ve worked in Christian ministry for the past 12 years and yet I know I’ve continued to live for myself. What would happen if I turned that energy into something that would help other people? All my skills…all my ingenuity, and talents….
Here is where the tricky part of integration is going to be. My ex was a little jealous of how much the kids liked Martin but was never threatened by him. I’m a little worried this time because …well…Harry is so great. He’s got it all. Great looks, a great job, and a strong character with a winning personality.
And my son went on a job interview for a second job and two hours later got the call. I texted him just before and he texted back “nothing yet”. Then my phone rang and he was so happy. The man who interviewed him told him he was impressed that he had a real resume and cover letter in hand (and yes at one point that was a battle to do right.) He was impressed that he dressed appropriately (and yes I told him a tie was a must and don’t roll up your sleeves.) And he was also impressed with how my son conducted himself (and that was ALL HIM.) I was one proud mama.
I told Harry what was happening and then I showed him the emails. He already knew a lot about Martin’s angry email rants from back in February when Harry and I were just friends. But now he is more than that and instead of sending me flowers like he did in February, he got in his truck and came over. I left the back door open for him and was walking downstairs as he walked in and there he was at 3:00 in the morning. Standing in front of me. There because he cared. There because he could. But there.