It's been good to have my Honey home again, after she was gone all weekend. She's still been working a lot, but at least an hour in the morning and at least a couple more in the evening is better than no time at all.
She means the world to me. Whenever the phone rings, I hope it's her, just so I can hear her voice. I don't ever want that to fade. She's my wife, but that makes her so much more. She's my the love of my life, my best friend, my closest confidant, my completer. You know how newlyweds will say they hope they die at the exact same moment so that neither one has to live a moment without the other?... Well that's how I feel about my Honey. She just means so much to me in so many ways, and I honestly can't believe that I don't tell her that more.
Today at school I saw someone who looked like one of my high school classmates, and if it was him I would have gone up to him and said, "Hey, you remember that girl we went to school with, S.H.? Well guess what, I married her!" I seriously doubt I'll run in to anyone from my high school up here, being almost 1500 miles away from there, but if I ever do I know I couldn't wait to tell them.
I just love her so much.
t.h.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
I missed her immediately
My Honey is out of town for the weekend. I think I knew the moment she left town, because I started missing her. It was like when we were dating and just hung up the phone. You know how it is, when you were just talking forever about nothing on and on forever, and after several rounds of "you hang up", "no, you hang up"s one of you finally does. And then you just want to call back again.
As the old saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." Why is it that we take our loved ones for granted until they're gone, and then we miss them so terribly. I couldn't say how many times in the last two days I just wanted to pick up the phone and hear her voice. She called tonight to see how things were going here, and I had that same old feeling. . . I just wanted to talk forever about nothing in particular, just to hear her voice, to feel like she was right here with me.
As the old saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." Why is it that we take our loved ones for granted until they're gone, and then we miss them so terribly. I couldn't say how many times in the last two days I just wanted to pick up the phone and hear her voice. She called tonight to see how things were going here, and I had that same old feeling. . . I just wanted to talk forever about nothing in particular, just to hear her voice, to feel like she was right here with me.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Happy New Year, and all that jazz!
It's been too long since I've posted. It started with me putting my computer away while cleaning up for Christmas, but that was only for about a week. Oh well. I've really got to make it a habit.
My Honey likes it when I post. I'm not the most verbose of men, though. Like many of us males, I tend not to say things enough. It's not for lack of words, it's for lack of communication skills. It's endemic with us that when we've said something once, we don't think we need to say it again. Tragic! When a man is married to someone as beautiful as my beloved bride, you'd think he would be telling everyone all the time! My wife is indeed beautiful. She's one of those women who doesn't need any makeup, she can go out into the world with a bare face and men take notice. Sure, she does put some on from time to time, and it enhances her beauty so, but I never feel the need to say anything like "why don't you wear lipstick like you used to?" First of all, she never really used to, and secondly her lips have great color and shape without any help.
Her eyes are a marvel of their own. Their shape is lovely, and though her lashes aren't the longest they totally complement her eyes. Her eyes are a lush shade of green, and what is even more amazing is how much life and vibrancy blasts out of them. She is a very expressive person, and when her eyes are smiling my heart smiles, too. No matter how upset I get, if I look into my Honey's eyes when she's smiling it's hard for me to stay upset.
Not only does she have a beautiful face, but she's got curves. Apparently I don't tell her enough, or in the right ways, how attractive I think she is. Different men have different tastes when it comes to women's figures, and my taste is in feminine curves. Boy oh boy, did I hit the jackpot when I married my wife! Hourglass figure, well endowed, you know the type. Only I don't tell her enough, and not in the right ways. She thinks I flatter her only when I'm after something. Well, I'm telling you Honey, which I don't tell you enough, that I think you're sexy all the time! (And I'm sorry my eyes keep going below your neckline, but hey, you know what I like!)
Her hair is another story. I like her hair the way it is naturally, but she has fun with it. She gets it cut and colored and curled. When she went with a lot of blond in her naturally dark brunette hair a while back, it took me a while to get used to. Don't get me wrong, I liked it! I thought she was Hot! This time around, most of her hair went back to it's natural color, but with red and blond streaks. The day she had it done, I was a bit taken aback, but after only a couple of days and the colors softened a tiny bit it occurred to me just how radiant it makes her look. I noticed it the other day when she was getting ready for work. It just struck me when my eyes focused on her gorgeous hair, more of a feeling but if I could put it into words it was "Wow, you look good!"
[I've never gone in for girls who try to be something they're not, like a natural brunette who bleaches her hair to platinum blond (sorry Madonna, but I think you looked your best for "Like a Prayer"), and while I think pink or blue hair may look fun it's not my thing.]
As husbands go, I know I've never been very romantic. I tend to be all too quiet, not showing enough love and appreciation. I wonder if there is a romance boot camp out there for floundering husbands like myself. Heck, I wish there was a drill instructor handy to kick my butt whenever I do or say anything to make her feel like she's not beautiful, or not loved.
Whenever I do mess up, I tend to do the wrong thing and sort-of hide myself away, instead of making it up to her. I'm lousy about that. For instance, if I do or say some idiotic thing to make her feel unattractive, I slink around with my tail between my legs for days, but my withdrawl only makes her feel more that it's true. Now, I don't have the means to buy her a dozen roses everytime I put my foot in my mouth, but I sure as heck know how to apologize. And even though, as I said before, I'm not very verbose... I know that I can certainly try to say something.
For now, I'll just keep on trying,
t.h.
My Honey likes it when I post. I'm not the most verbose of men, though. Like many of us males, I tend not to say things enough. It's not for lack of words, it's for lack of communication skills. It's endemic with us that when we've said something once, we don't think we need to say it again. Tragic! When a man is married to someone as beautiful as my beloved bride, you'd think he would be telling everyone all the time! My wife is indeed beautiful. She's one of those women who doesn't need any makeup, she can go out into the world with a bare face and men take notice. Sure, she does put some on from time to time, and it enhances her beauty so, but I never feel the need to say anything like "why don't you wear lipstick like you used to?" First of all, she never really used to, and secondly her lips have great color and shape without any help.
Her eyes are a marvel of their own. Their shape is lovely, and though her lashes aren't the longest they totally complement her eyes. Her eyes are a lush shade of green, and what is even more amazing is how much life and vibrancy blasts out of them. She is a very expressive person, and when her eyes are smiling my heart smiles, too. No matter how upset I get, if I look into my Honey's eyes when she's smiling it's hard for me to stay upset.
Not only does she have a beautiful face, but she's got curves. Apparently I don't tell her enough, or in the right ways, how attractive I think she is. Different men have different tastes when it comes to women's figures, and my taste is in feminine curves. Boy oh boy, did I hit the jackpot when I married my wife! Hourglass figure, well endowed, you know the type. Only I don't tell her enough, and not in the right ways. She thinks I flatter her only when I'm after something. Well, I'm telling you Honey, which I don't tell you enough, that I think you're sexy all the time! (And I'm sorry my eyes keep going below your neckline, but hey, you know what I like!)
Her hair is another story. I like her hair the way it is naturally, but she has fun with it. She gets it cut and colored and curled. When she went with a lot of blond in her naturally dark brunette hair a while back, it took me a while to get used to. Don't get me wrong, I liked it! I thought she was Hot! This time around, most of her hair went back to it's natural color, but with red and blond streaks. The day she had it done, I was a bit taken aback, but after only a couple of days and the colors softened a tiny bit it occurred to me just how radiant it makes her look. I noticed it the other day when she was getting ready for work. It just struck me when my eyes focused on her gorgeous hair, more of a feeling but if I could put it into words it was "Wow, you look good!"
[I've never gone in for girls who try to be something they're not, like a natural brunette who bleaches her hair to platinum blond (sorry Madonna, but I think you looked your best for "Like a Prayer"), and while I think pink or blue hair may look fun it's not my thing.]
As husbands go, I know I've never been very romantic. I tend to be all too quiet, not showing enough love and appreciation. I wonder if there is a romance boot camp out there for floundering husbands like myself. Heck, I wish there was a drill instructor handy to kick my butt whenever I do or say anything to make her feel like she's not beautiful, or not loved.
Whenever I do mess up, I tend to do the wrong thing and sort-of hide myself away, instead of making it up to her. I'm lousy about that. For instance, if I do or say some idiotic thing to make her feel unattractive, I slink around with my tail between my legs for days, but my withdrawl only makes her feel more that it's true. Now, I don't have the means to buy her a dozen roses everytime I put my foot in my mouth, but I sure as heck know how to apologize. And even though, as I said before, I'm not very verbose... I know that I can certainly try to say something.
For now, I'll just keep on trying,
t.h.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Just keep thinking "Merry Christmas"
My kids and I wanted to give my Honey the same present, something that's a big deal for her and she's wanted for a long time. Well, we ended up getting it and giving it to her from all of us for an early Christmas present. She is thrilled with it! Which is good because I couldn't have kept it from her for long. She's very good at finding things when she wants to. I have a secret, special gift I'm giving her this year, and she knows I do, so she is constantly trying to find out what I'm getting for her. It's a game for her, to try to entice me, tickle-torture me (yes, I'm extremely ticklish!), play guessing games with me, etc. It's all a game to her. It took me a while to learn that she likes the game, and the heightened anticipation it brings, more than she really wants to know what I'm getting her. Besides, she can often figure out what she's getting, even if I don't say anything. She's just good like that!
I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!! So does my Honey. No, we're not those annoying people who dress in red and green, light up the neighborhood with our house-lights, or go around caroling (well, even though I don't have a great voice, I'd go caroling if she wanted to.) We're more quiet about how we love Christmas. We talk about it all throughout the year. We sneak and plot and buy and hide gifts for our kids all year long (she usually has all of her Christmas shopping done before Thanksgiving). We catch ourselves singing Christmas songs, too. I think our mutual love of Christmas cements our relationship even more.
When Christmas comes, we go a bit ape. The tree goes up the day after Thanksgiving (except that since my Honey manages a store, this year we put it up Thanksgiving Day, after sunset). We make cookies and candy galore (my Honey has been handling the temptation very well, and she looks good in her new jeans ;-) ). I'm like a kid in how much I like decorating cookies, and I do goofy things sometimes, but I have yet to decorate a gingerbread man as Mr. Spock, so my family has got to give me a little credit. (Besides, I wouldn't want to show off too much, Spock wouldn't approve.) }:-|
We're not perfect people. We get more stressed at Christmas like everybody else. Traffic, crowded stores, long lines, overspending, dissatisfaction with purchases, etc. All the more reason why my better half has the better idea to finish shopping before the masses start (of course, you miss some good deals, but reduction in stress is worth it.) Yeah, Hon, next year we follow your plan to the letter!
I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!! So does my Honey. No, we're not those annoying people who dress in red and green, light up the neighborhood with our house-lights, or go around caroling (well, even though I don't have a great voice, I'd go caroling if she wanted to.) We're more quiet about how we love Christmas. We talk about it all throughout the year. We sneak and plot and buy and hide gifts for our kids all year long (she usually has all of her Christmas shopping done before Thanksgiving). We catch ourselves singing Christmas songs, too. I think our mutual love of Christmas cements our relationship even more.
When Christmas comes, we go a bit ape. The tree goes up the day after Thanksgiving (except that since my Honey manages a store, this year we put it up Thanksgiving Day, after sunset). We make cookies and candy galore (my Honey has been handling the temptation very well, and she looks good in her new jeans ;-) ). I'm like a kid in how much I like decorating cookies, and I do goofy things sometimes, but I have yet to decorate a gingerbread man as Mr. Spock, so my family has got to give me a little credit. (Besides, I wouldn't want to show off too much, Spock wouldn't approve.) }:-|
We're not perfect people. We get more stressed at Christmas like everybody else. Traffic, crowded stores, long lines, overspending, dissatisfaction with purchases, etc. All the more reason why my better half has the better idea to finish shopping before the masses start (of course, you miss some good deals, but reduction in stress is worth it.) Yeah, Hon, next year we follow your plan to the letter!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Woohoo! Finals are over, more time for family!
I like school, I sure do, but it's nice that I get a little break from it right now.
Sure, there are still school-related things to do, like selling back books and buying new ones for my Spring classes. But those aren't too time-crucial. Now I've got more time to focus on family, Christmas, doing things for my Honey... It'll be nice.
t.h.
Sure, there are still school-related things to do, like selling back books and buying new ones for my Spring classes. But those aren't too time-crucial. Now I've got more time to focus on family, Christmas, doing things for my Honey... It'll be nice.
t.h.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR HONEYYYYY!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
I love you, you know I do.
Here's to celebrating your birthday, Hon!
All my love, forever and a day,
t.h.
I love you, you know I do.
Here's to celebrating your birthday, Hon!
All my love, forever and a day,
t.h.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Today is a "Mary Poppins" day . . . practically perfect in every way
Well, maybe not that perfect, but I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with my family today. We went all about, and did all kinds of stuff. It was busy, and of course we were human and got on each other's nerves a bit, but all told this day filled-up my "quality time" tanks. (Whoever said that quantity time couldn't be quality time as well?)
My Honey was instrumental in all the goings-about and goings-on, of course. She is usually the driving force in anything. She can't help it, she's a ball of energy. (That explains where the kids get it from, besides their regular youthful energy.) She kept us hoppin' from one place to another, a regular marathon day for us. Normally, we don't do this much unless we're headed to the big city bustle in Spokane. I'm not worn out completely, thankfully. After all, the night is still young (only 9:15, and nobody's ready to go to bed yet.)
It started with a morning which allowed us a little breathing room, not a race to get ready but we did have a lot to do, especially the kids (some condition about needing to have rooms clean before we could go anywhere.) Then some errands, lunch out at 'Apple-trees' (it was so satisfying nobody has asked for dinner yet), some shopping (Wally-world was a mad-house, I got separated from the family about 6 times, but then again I was being very A.D.D. and getting distracted by every little thing), hit the mall (checking out the sharing tree, bugging friends at work, a little Holiday shopping, letting out teenage daughter get her favorite-store fix for the day, get fed-up with the crowds, etc.)
All day, we looked forward to one thing: watching "Mr. Magoriam's Wonder Emporium." Our Darlin' Daughter had already seen it with some friends, but the rest of us hadn't seen it yet. My honey bought us some of our favorite movie treats, and we got there early enough to get good parking and to pick the best seats in the house (which was nearly empty besides us, I guess everybody else has seen it already who wanted to). I thought it was a pretty good movie, definitely a good one for the family, but a bit too slow in the middle for a young'un to sit through. The story and the magic of it were worth it in my book (but not everyone might agree that a wholesome family movie with a little magic and a bit of a message is as entertaining as I do.) I have to admit that my sappy self has been in a total happy-go-lucky mood ever since the climax, which was predictable, but totally satisfying for me.
Honey, you have such great ideas!
Thanks for a wonderful day,
t.h.
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p.s.
I'm also going to stay just a little from my primary focus to add that our Darlin' Daughter has an idea to start a band. She likes to sing, and has a really good voice (if I must brag). I believe she would be great, granted that the rest of the band complements her talent. (However, I had to do the "Dad" thing and tell her I'd count being in a band as an extra-curricular activity, and so the same rules apply. But as a former musician, a sometimes artistic-type, and a proud Papa, I have to say that I do support her desire to create music. No guarantees Princess, but I love the idea!)
My Honey was instrumental in all the goings-about and goings-on, of course. She is usually the driving force in anything. She can't help it, she's a ball of energy. (That explains where the kids get it from, besides their regular youthful energy.) She kept us hoppin' from one place to another, a regular marathon day for us. Normally, we don't do this much unless we're headed to the big city bustle in Spokane. I'm not worn out completely, thankfully. After all, the night is still young (only 9:15, and nobody's ready to go to bed yet.)
It started with a morning which allowed us a little breathing room, not a race to get ready but we did have a lot to do, especially the kids (some condition about needing to have rooms clean before we could go anywhere.) Then some errands, lunch out at 'Apple-trees' (it was so satisfying nobody has asked for dinner yet), some shopping (Wally-world was a mad-house, I got separated from the family about 6 times, but then again I was being very A.D.D. and getting distracted by every little thing), hit the mall (checking out the sharing tree, bugging friends at work, a little Holiday shopping, letting out teenage daughter get her favorite-store fix for the day, get fed-up with the crowds, etc.)
All day, we looked forward to one thing: watching "Mr. Magoriam's Wonder Emporium." Our Darlin' Daughter had already seen it with some friends, but the rest of us hadn't seen it yet. My honey bought us some of our favorite movie treats, and we got there early enough to get good parking and to pick the best seats in the house (which was nearly empty besides us, I guess everybody else has seen it already who wanted to). I thought it was a pretty good movie, definitely a good one for the family, but a bit too slow in the middle for a young'un to sit through. The story and the magic of it were worth it in my book (but not everyone might agree that a wholesome family movie with a little magic and a bit of a message is as entertaining as I do.) I have to admit that my sappy self has been in a total happy-go-lucky mood ever since the climax, which was predictable, but totally satisfying for me.
Honey, you have such great ideas!
Thanks for a wonderful day,
t.h.
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p.s.
I'm also going to stay just a little from my primary focus to add that our Darlin' Daughter has an idea to start a band. She likes to sing, and has a really good voice (if I must brag). I believe she would be great, granted that the rest of the band complements her talent. (However, I had to do the "Dad" thing and tell her I'd count being in a band as an extra-curricular activity, and so the same rules apply. But as a former musician, a sometimes artistic-type, and a proud Papa, I have to say that I do support her desire to create music. No guarantees Princess, but I love the idea!)
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