Today I am Thankful For Love that Makes Me Cry
And my sister!
And my husband!
During our mini-vacation this past weekend we all exchanged gifts during my Mothers Alliday celebrations. Yes, I do mean Alliday, look at yesterdays thankful post for more information on this fabulousness. (hush you grammar demons, I am a writer, I use ALL the words, specially the made up ones!) My sister Asha gifted me something that made me smile so very much. She had stalked my pinterest boards and found it for me. (If you don’t have pinterest you are just being mean to loved ones who want to shop for you people!) This is what she got me:
I adore it! It is the house with balloons floating it away from the Animated Movie UP. It is one of the saddest and most wonderful kid movies out there. I have personally seen grown men, army men, cry while watching it. It is a must see if you haven’t already and I do not wish to ruin it for anyone so I will try not to give spoilers here. Chances are though, you have seen it already and you understand all the raw and beautiful emotion.
It makes me so thankful for love that makes me cry. I held back tears as we drove away from my sisters home this weekend, as we drove away from my sweet adorable nephew, and as we drove away from my Mom. I knew there was a lot of work to do at home, and NaNoWriMo on top of it. I knew we would be back in the not too distant future. Still my heart hurt. I had been a great trip.
Driving down the highway, more stop than go, I contemplated the gift. I had put it on my pinterest in hopes my husband might notice and get it for me. He said though he wouldn’t have, that the story of love was hard on the heart or some such, and that it was better Karma in his mind that my sister got it for me. Perhaps he right. Not that I believe in such things, or curses for that matter. The conversation though showed me he cared and that he understood how much I loved the gift and how he had put thought into the situation. He doesn’t want to lose me first he said. I told him that was the deal, no way I can live without him. We are in our mid-30’s now and sadly as we see more and more people die, our thoughts go in that directions. We have been married for 16 years, it isn’t enough, will it ever be? I can’t think so.
We joked for a while about how I want to go to Alaska, and how if we don’t get there before I die that Husband will just have to take me some how. He had all these fantastical ideas of balloons and log cabins or chicken coops! I am reminded how lucky I am.
