That Love Holiday

It’s Valentine’s Day.  I told my husband that I didn’t want anything, I didn’t want to do anything.  I just wanted a hug and be done with it.  I’m not the biggest fan of Hallmark Holidays anyways.  Well.  It didn’t quite work out that way.

In years before we celebrated Valentine’s days.  Nice dinners at home (because I hate going out on V-day,) one year he got me a gorgeous bracelet.  During our long distance time together (apart?) I got us a matching set of Bluetooth earbuds to make our super long phone calls a little easier.  Regardless, neither of us are big on giving or receiving gifts.  We do it, but that isn’t either of our love languages.

Neither of us could seemingly resist though.  He brought me lunch at work.  (It was Taco Time…. Canada’s version of Taco Bell.  I’m sure he’s regretting it now.)  It was nice to just spend a little extra time with him.  During the afternoon, I couldn’t resist.  I sat down and wrote him a letter about how much I appreciate and love him, and I stuck it to a box of Mucinex LOL!  On his way home, he got me a beautiful card that really spoke about our relationship and some chocolates.  Although we said we weren’t going to do anything, neither of us could help doing at least a little sentiment.  He also cooked supper and folded the laundry.  I got a huge hug and lots of kisses.  Those are the kinds of things that speak to me.

But in reality, we don’t need one particular day to celebrate our love.  We do that every day.  Every morning we wake up in each others’ arms.  We get ready for work together, and he drops me off.  We talk most of the day through texts.  He picks me up.  We cook supper together, do chores together, and I tickle him every night before bed.  He hates it.  But he always laughs as I exclaim “BUT I HAVE TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU!!!!!!” as he groans that he knows.  We laugh.  We fall asleep cuddled up to each other.  And that’s our love.  It’s not huge bouquets of flowers on a cold day in February.  It’s not showering each other with endless gifts.  It’s the day to day mundane things that make us whole.

I’ve never in my life felt as appreciated as I do now.  I’m so thankful for the special kind of love that we have.  And I’m honored to inspire others with our relationship and give others hope that there is love out there, and that it is worth it.  ♥

Lazy Day

Because of the most absurd custody arrangement that my husband is subjected to, every Christmas day is fairly uneventful. We dropped the kids off on Christmas Eve and proceeded to have some much needed time together.

We had a full on lazy day.

We stayed in bed longer than normal. We had a huge brunch and played video games. We watched some Netflix. We cooked supper then played some more video games. Aside from a couple of hectic phonecalls, today was pleasantly uneventful.

We needed it.

I don’t think people truly appreciate the impact that the occasional lazy day can have on people. How well it can help rejuvenate and refresh you from being so run down.

Holiday Hysteria

I’m tired.


Huge shout-out to my darling husband.  He is by far the most patient man alive. Thanks for your support babe. No clue what I’d do without you.

Why do I give him incredible praise right now for his patience?  Well. Lately I’ve been working a solid 50 hours per week, usually 7 days per week, not including all the texts and emails I’ve tended to while at home. When he gets off work, he comes to my office, and we have microwaved leftovers for supper on styrofoam plates with plastic forks. It’s tense, but at least we get to have a meal together.

When I took this job, we knew that the Christmas season would be hell. Just another week of chaos left.  We’re in the home stretch, but I’ve got a huge push to do so that I can get all of the financials in order for the company. Preemptive payroll, finalize schedules, figuring out what to do with a shithead employee who has caused a pretty big ruckus.  Blah.

This weekend, we finally had some work-free and kid-free time to spend together. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and I love my stepchildren, but nothing tops being able to spend some one-on-one time with my better half. 

Despite my longing to have more time to tend to our marriage, I look forward to our family get-together.  This year we had family photos done and had them turned into gorgeous Christmas cards. Annnnnnd we have something huge planned for the kids.

I’ve found a new love for the holidays, but man they’re exhausting and I can hardly wait for it to be over!

Surprise!

On Monday, I embarked on a two day drive back to Kentucky. One if my closest and dearest friends went through a major life event that I wanted to support and show some love for.

The drive was exhausting. It’s a little over 1500 miles one way. My husband made that journey multiple times while we were dating long distance. It made me appreciate him so much more than I already do. Seriously. The drive sucked so bad. It was long, boring, and the last half of it was filled with a storm and heavy traffic. My husband did this many many times. Through rain, snow, and Lord knows what else. It was exhausting and I couldn’t imagine doing it multiple times no matter how much I loved someone. I would have flown if I were him. But it just makes me appreciate him so much more.

My friend had no idea I was coming. I coordinated everything with her other half and kept him up to date with my trip progression and arrival time. I parked a couple houses down with a gift in tow and he snuck me in the house. As I entered the house, her oldest daughter looked up and nearly squealed. I pushed my finger up, telling her to be quiet, and proceeded down the hall. “Ya know, the next time I decide to hand deliver a gift, I’m going to fly.” She was stunned and couldn’t believe her eyes. It was perfect. I enjoy making people that I care about feel loved. While I miss my home and my husband deeply, this adventure was important to me.

The next day, I got some work done on my car prior to selling her then proceeded to head to my old stomping ground of ten years. I wanted to see some of my coworkers, one of which is also one of my closest friends. They’ve got downtown torn up, so navigation was problematic. Plus, you couldn’t get down to security headquarters in the same ways you used to be able to, so I wasn’t sure how to get through the locked doors. So I went down to the other security office and started banging on the door. The look of surprise was a good feeling, and I secured an escort through the building for myself. We meandered down the back halls and made way to my old office. I really wanted to see my old managers. One looks more aged than I remembered, stressed from all of the company changes. My other was super excited and surprised. We had lunch together for old times sake, which was nice. I think I made him feel important. I hope so.

Eventually I sold my car. Not for as much as I’d like to, but I got it out of the way. Now I’m packed up and trying to rest a little before flying back to Canada in the morning.

This trip taught me something. Even though I miss a couple of friends, this place isn’t home. My birthplace doesn’t feel like home either. Canada. Canada is home and it’s the first time I’ve felt like that in a very very long time. I finally feel like I belong somewhere. And that’s an overwhelming, but secure, feeling.

Dear ole’ Dad

My Pops’ birthday is this week. I way this week, because legends celebrate all week. I’m a little sad that I couldn’t be there to give him a hug on his big day, but the gift we got him has the old man floating on cloud nine. More on that later.

Back in November, my grandfather passed away. It created a big rift in our family and put my dad in a bit of isolation. Although he still stuck in some of his old ways, my dad has grown as a person; I’m quite proud of him. Sure, it’s still annoying to deal with his narcissism and revolving door of new hobbies each week, but he’s finally thinking outside of himself.

His latest hobby as of late has shifted from his 1990something Mercedes to restoring the old El Camino. Apparently the front end was rusted out, so he and his mechanic got creative and replaced it with a Chevy Laguna front end. For his birthday, he asked if I could find a replacement emblem for it. Given that he’s never asked for anything for his birthday or Christmas, I obliged, scouring the internet to find the piece. I’ve received so many phone calls from him with pure, raw, unadulterated excitement over this emblem. Who knew that something so small could mean so much. He has it stuck in his mind that he’s going to take his hybrid Laguna-Camino out drag racing with a couple of surf boards in the back. I can’t help but to laugh at that one. More power to him as he’s eating healthier, exercising more, and is taking more consideration about those around him. He’s still got some crazy notions floating around that noggin of his, but it’s inspiring to see him have conviction in things that are more positive.

But Happy Birthday to the great old man. 62 is looking pretty good for you.

Knitting In The New Year

Over the summer when my fiance and I visited my home town, I inherited a boat load of knitting needles and crochet hooks. My granny has always been a crafter; unfortunately I was the only one that took after her. After sorting through the ones that were worn down, rusted, or had just seen better days, I found myself still with a rather substantial set of needles that would bring any knitter a slight pang of jealousy. It’s sad, really, because I only know maybe 2 stitches. This year that will change.

It’s starting with an afghan that’s more than rows of knit stitches in super bulky weight yarn. (Like the other two blankets I’ve knitted.) It can get a little chilly in our home at night. My oldest stepson asked for an extra blanket or something to go under his duvet. Of course, kid. Of course.

Yarn is expensive. Even here. Walmart had some giant skeins of yarn on sale, though, so I picked some up. Blue for him, purple for my step daughter. (The younger stepson already has a blanket that I made a while back.)

I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces as their blankets come to life right before their eyes. They get the biggest kick out of seeing things being put together, seeing work being put into them. And I can’t wait to learn how to do more than just a few stitches.

Here’s to cliche New Year’s beginnings and whatnot!!

Holiday Wrap-up

Here’s to almost no sleep for a week.

Here’s to early morning hockey game drives.

Here’s to restlessness and excitement.

Here’s to seeing new friends, exchanging gifts with them, and having play dates with each others’ kids.

Here’s to an amazing meal with the family, and baking cookies for Santa.

Here’s to stockings of PJs and opening a present from 1500 miles away.

Here’s to Jenga and laughter and smiles til bedtime.

Here’s to being puked on at midnight when Santa was supposed to arrive, scrubbing the bathroom, whilst getting your kid into the shower.

Here’s to staying up til 2am washing puke clothes and towels.

Here’s to being Santa at 2am after the puke clothes were clean.

Here’s to wrapping up last minute online notions for friends.

Here’s to being woken up with immense excitement to see that Santa came.

Here’s to spending time together and appreciating one another.

Here’s to unwinding and getting some rest.

Here’s to doing it all again through the new year.

Here’s to a love filled home.