Friday is upon us here at CS2, and Rich and I are enjoying coffee and each other's company as we let the day unfold. I'm really getting quite a kick out of the way we seem to have fallen into such a happy life together. Who would have ever guessed that the story would have gone in this direction?
My mom always told me to marry a man like my dad. This, as you know from reading this here blog, is a very tall order. My dad really was my hero, and up until a few months ago I was convinced that there might not be another of his ilk left.
Turns out, I just needed to be patient.
I think I finally figured it out yesterday afternoon...I walk through life waiting for a piano to fall on my head. Usually the piano is in the form of my sister or something bad with my health or some bitter person sending me nasty comments or life kicking me in the face. Before Rich got here, I didn't do a very good job of getting out of the way of the damn piano. Now, though, he's here to hold my hand and make sure that he pulls me out of the way when the thing falls.
(Either that, or he and I are both completely oblivious, and the piano hits both of us.)
(But I guess the moral of the story is that...if you're going to get hit by a piano, it's nice to have a hand to hold while you're doing it.)
So today will be quiet...maybe a trip to the Targets for provisions...maybe Costco. I'm going to re-stitch the pointsettia project and catch up on Flosstube videos (she says hopefully) while Rich watches basketball and works on his laptop. In between, there might be naps or cups of coffee or conversations.
A very happy life, indeed.