I love being married, and I love my husband more today than the day I met him over 17 years ago. It’s pretty amazing how that love grows … and how quickly time goes. A few days ago my husband found a photo of us taken about 16 years ago and when we looked at it we both laughed because we were so young! At the time, being in my early 20’s was something I never considered very young, and yet today at 39, I see early 20’s as pretty young.
Well, today has been a relaxing and fun day with my husband. He went to his normal prayer meeting this morning and I spent the morning listening to my new audio bible. (See the previous post) After he got home we went to the gym together and met a nice guy who poured out his heart to us about his problems.
After that we drove down to the Salvation Army because Randall plans on dressing up as a clown for our churches Halloween alternative this week. He’ll be directing traffic…and well, let’s just say the outfit he bought will definitely make him look like a clown. Me…I’ll be serving inside the building and that’s all I’m saying about that!
Then we decided to get a late lunch/early dinner at one of our local Island’s restaurants and what was funny about that was that all the young employees constantly address you as “guys”. Whatever happened to Ma’am or Sir? “Have a seat guys….” Bla bla bla….I guess that’s just part of living in So Cal. Formality is rather thrown out the window.
Once I got over being referred to as a “guy” I ordered my lunch (grilled fajita tacos) and Randall and I spent an hour just kicking back and enjoying our food and each other. There’s nothing quite like eating with the one you love. Plus it’s totally funny because Randall hates onions, I love onions and I hate tomatoes and he loves them, so whenever we order anything with either of these things, we trade.
Now Randall is fixing our front door ( I know that’s exciting) and after I’m done with this, I will be folding laundry! The joy of being married. When your husband or wife is your best friend, it really can’t any better than that.
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