Something to Admire

The Husband and I just recently spent the night with two of the most incredible people to ever walk this earth.  They don't know it, but their every move and every word is watched and heard.  They are just that important to other people.  These two folks are loved so ridiculously by others.  Even more, they love each other wholeheartedly and when you are with them, you realize that their love for each other is contagious.  You see it and you immediately know what you want or rather, what you need.

After 64 years, she still cooks his breakfast and he still tells her it is the best he's ever had.  She still tells him that he makes her happy and he still jokes with her that it's because he's perfect.  She still worries about him and he still tells her that she needs to chill out.  She still occasionally tells stories wrong and he still reminds her of that.  He still teases her about growing old and she reminds him about how young he really is.  And after all this time, they continue to keep their promises to each other.

They can still tell about how they met, moved 7 different times, raised 3 hell-raising boys, and created the most amazing family of teachers, leaders, builders, protectors, mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters .  They can tell you stories upon stories about their journey together.   Each story's significance is echoed in how their life has unfolded and how their values live on through their children, grand-children, and great grand-children.  I am as thankful for each event as I am for the two of them. I admire their love for each other, their family, and for their life together- as it all comes from the deepest and purest parts of their hearts.

Sunday Scaries

I have a friend that refers to his as the "Sunday Scaries."  It's the most perfect term to describe that painful feeling on Sunday afternoon when you realize that Mondays are oh so near.  I feel terrible about the creamy, cheesy, greasy, chocolaty, fried deliciousness I have consumed for 2 days.  And I have to have "The Talk" with myself which scares me just as much as Monday does.  "Okay, after today, starting Monday, I am going to eat better.  I'm gonna exercise.  I'm gonna to be nicer to my body.  I promise!  After today, I'm really gonna go to bed on time and get up early.  I'm not gonna watch so much TV or eat so much junk.  After today." 
I get so worked up about "The Talk" and about Monday, that I'll generally have to relax on Monday afternoon.  I can't cook because I'm still recovering from the Sunday Scaries.  That's about the time that I forget about "The Talk" and order some creamy, cheesy, greasy, chocolaty, fried deliciousness to make me feel better.