I am grateful for date night. Not because it was a wonderful romantic why don’t we do this more often kind of night. But because it reminded me how often we forget to talk. Or listen to each other. Really listen .
thirty five
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thirty two
I am grateful for this pile of dirty washing. And for the muddle we all found ourselves in this morning. A muddle because there was too much laughter, debate, advice giving, loving, hurrying, even singing, happening. Grateful because it meant B was home.
thirty
Not a day I celebrate with mush, but I would be odd if today didn’t make me think about relationships. And how blessed I am. So today I am grateful for B and I. For us. For the love we share. For the humour we share. For the children we share. For the honesty we share. For the shit we share. For the life we share. I love us.
honest
This was my card from B. The small print says…But I really love you all of the time. Happy Birthday. Me. X. I won’t pretend it didn’t piss me off at first. It did. But actually, it was the perfect card. We have both been pissing each other off the last couple of days, just normal couple crap. And it is normal. To have crap I mean. This is the world we live in. Not in the other world that many only share. The world that makes you look at your normal relationship filled with good and crap and wonder what’s wrong with you. Why can’t you be so in love and nauseatingly happy all the time too. Nothing is wrong with you. As long as you are honest. So, if any of you have felt envious of B and I because we have the most fabulous of relationships. Don’t. We don’t and I honestly don’t believe they exist. Not if you are truly honest with yourselves and the real world. But, if you want to envy our honesty. You can. Because of that I am proud. It is what it is. Life is what it is. I wish people would just stop pretending. So, I love my card. It is honest. A schmaltzy we are so fabulous aren’t we and you are the best person on the planet card, would not have been. I don’t like B some of the time either, but I do love him, yes, all of the time.
fourteen
Today I am grateful for Bryan. Actually I am grateful for him every single minute of every single day. I just don’t tell him enough. I am grateful for his acceptance, his love, his honesty, his trust, his friendship, his time, his commitment. But most of all I am grateful for his respect.
lasagne
B’s got this thing he wants me to do, which will be cool, but is a bit challenging. I’ll need to put myself out there a little, at least for him to judge. So, I did, what I do, I made lasagne. Just like when I need to pay bills, sort out our finances, do the filing. I make lasagne. If I need to pack for a trip, tidy a cupboard, write a reference I make lasagne. Obviously lasagne is a euphemism for doing anything but what I am supposed to be doing. Which often is, make lasagne. And if the thing is a little bit confronting, I’ll probably make enough lasagne for the school canteen. If we had one. I sort of knew I did this, but I didn’t know anyone else knew, except Mel, cos I told her. But I realised B is onto me when I proudly told him I’d made lasagne for dinner. His response, if he ever feels like lasagne, he’ll just ask me to put myself out there.
grace and dignity 