A Twist of Things to Come

Well, I've had a great day. :) Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes! Pictures and emails, calls from family and everything. Oh, and let's not forget sue_chose_this's gorgeous manip (I still have to upload it to my own photobucket account, but you can see it at Sue's journal in the mean time-- it's so gorgeous and incredibly nice of her!) and a lovely fic by micehell (which is under her special hell filter, so you'll have to friend her to read it -- she does dark stuff so well).

*chortles madly*

The hubby took me to lunch and we shared half a pitcher of margaritas. Those of you who know my alcohol tolerance have probably figured I napped for a couple hours after lunch. Heh. I cleaned out my closet, including shoes (though I still have a thrilling excess of boots). I actually have a lot of very classic separates, in various sizes. Hee! And now it all fits quite nicely into my portion of the closet.

I finished up after my nap, and now I have a lot of nice hangers to use to replace the wire things that cause misshapen shoulders in my knit tops.

Golly, that sounds boring. I feel really accomplished, though.

Also, my Beloved gave me these two east Indian styled outfits with beaded tops for my birthday. They are really nice, comfortable and kinda sexy. Sexy enough for my 39 year old self, anyhoo. ;)

Oh, and I'd also like to publicly acknowledge lauramcewan's generous gift of the Dave Mathews Band song "Recently" which she sent while I was away with a note that it reminded her of the way I talk about my Beloved. ;)

It made me consider something I hadn't given much thought. You know how, when you're young and in love, you feel like no one has any idea how you feel? It's so all-consuming and new. Then time passes and you get older and realize that nearly everybody knows how that feels, because it happens to almost everyone at least once.

Well, I've been around a long time now. I've known my husband for 20 years (though we've been married 16 years) and things are different now -- I'm not saying that our love hasn't changed. But now we are older, and still quite passionately attached, still very, very close. Closer than we ever thought possible, even in that first blush of love.

His co-workers don't get it. They ask why he's so anxious to bring his family with him overseas, because it doesn't make sense to them. They really don't understand that we genuinely suffer when we are apart.

So, here we are all these years later, and instead of feeling like no one understands how we feel, we're almost certain that most of them don't, and never will.

Life is funny like that, sometimes.