Our five year anniversary. Seems insane... like we got married two weeks and twenty years ago all at once. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. Ups, down, lefts, rights... through all of life's chaos and unknowns, I never have to worry about who will stand next to me through the storm.
Because it's him. My husband... my person... quite literally the entity in which my entire universe orbits. Sound insane and borderline stalkerish? Don't worry... he feels the same with me. Devoted... inspired... awestruck... OBSESSED. And I am fucking here for it.
In fact... we talked about it the other night and while he always dreamed of having a wife that would rub his feet... I always dreamed of a husband (well... I didn't actually want a husband until him so just a man) that was as obsessed with me as Gomez was with Morticia.
Devotionally. Eternally.... guess we both got what we wanted.
(And yeah, why wouldn't I rub his feet? He rubs mine too and even if he didn't eff off).
I took a half day at work so we could spend more of our actual anniversary together. While I would have loved to have stayed in bed and been woken up naturally by the nuzzling of my husband... sometimes being an adult dictates that you have to pull up your big girl panties and do shit you don't wanna do... and it fucking sucks.
I digress... because with a halfer came iced coffee and pup cups for the family, jammies all day for the Glissons (as is our usual uniform when we're together) and then Dev and I decided to go look at RVs (yes, in jammies... no, we don't give a shit). Why? Because we've decided that we're working towards a whole different life and we want to convert to an RV and homestead. Remember that peace I was talking about us craving? Yeah... we want that. And bees... I wanna have fucking bees! So yeah... while I don't have a timeline or really any plan at all... there is in fact a plan. The plan of a happy life.
Neither of us had ever been to look at RVs... hell neither of us had been in an RV period that was commissioned before 1997. The closest we could come up with? Dev stayed in an old school Silver Bullet for awhile in his late teens/early twenties... and I used to live in a tent. So... there's that.
But we told the people at Camping World what we were wanting to do and they took us to fifth wheels and told us to start there. We did... and holy shit. While we've talked about it and believe a destination trailer will be more our speed and style for what we want... we both had to admit... those bitches were NOICE. And now we have at least a general idea of what's out there to offer... what we want and don't want... and it ramped us both up to wanting it right now.
Like I said... it's a process... but we want the process to be immediate. So if y'all could manifest with us for that miracle and sprinkle sprinkle? We'd greatly appreciate it.
After we looked around the lot for an hour or so we headed back to the house (with about five million things to talk about) and decided to do another of our favorites... tattoo. Well... he loves to tattoo, I love to get tattooed, so you know. The tattoo? A naughty Bugs and Lola on the back of my left thigh. The inspiration? That shit is hilarious and we were into it. That's it... that's literally reason enough.
One WRTTMM the next day later and we spent the entire weekend together and making plans and talking and hanging out and just being us. It was incredible... and simple... and the best. Here's to the five and one hundred fifty forever more!
I love you, Gator.
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