Tupelo Honey

Husband calls me back this am and wanted to let me know that everyday he believes he made the right choice in me as his life partner. And that I am reaffirming that fact each day with him as whom and what I am, not just what I do. I heard him in my heart and as it stirred, I cried with joy. I love him so and to know that he loves me as well, is sweeter than “tupelo honey” like good ol’ Van Morrison drawls http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eq3YLhtuzTQ&NR=1

Love you markel sparkle, stay dry and safe today and all the time you are away.

Counting on Each Other

I was at a retreat in June 2010 and one moment that I remembered today was performed by some participants regarding Winnie the Pooh and Piglet "role play". Piglet to Pooh--"Pooh?" then Pooh to Piglet "Yes Piglet?" Piglet back to Pooh "Nothing Pooh, I just wanted to be sure of you."

Doesn't sound very deep, but say it slowly in the context of whom you love. Husband, partner, child, mom, sibling. Consider the impact of being sure of someone you love, truly and authentically. This skit at retreat really got to me. And was a strong theme from the weekend I just spent in Smith Falls, Ontario.

After six hours each way, and mere hours spent hanging out with electrician husband in his hotel digs, most folks I know would think "what for?" I am sure of him, he is sure of me, and when he asked if I had plans this weekend and would I mind hanging out with him whilst he is on work location, I jumped at the chance. With a surprise intention for the shortest kid, I took off after all the practicalities of our household and mailbox were attended to this past Saturday morning.

Little did I know the vistas, sunshine and beauty of Thousand Island paradise I would see. The 12+ celsius temperature coupled with the singing of eye spy, with my little eye about 2,000 times had me in a space of flying rather than mere driving. Laughing, seeing, and wondering. Plus the fact I glanced over at an opportune moment to witness about 100 swans wintering in a concrete pond adjacent to the Eastern most part of Highway 15. Marvelous, magical fun.

We did share a brief few hours and many hugs and I miss yous. We discussed practical stuff but veered off into December activities and figuring out what Santa will bring to the gang. What a lovely bittersweet time. Shortest kid had a ball staying in a hotel room, which she reports is nicer than home because you get to watch TV all the time and someone cleans the room while you go eat breakfast. She fell asleep two hours past her bedtime with her feet hanging out of a Velux blanket as she snored deeply and noisily.

Sunday morning early, I got a chance to thank him again for supporting me as I become more and more direct and clear with people I love even though I am still gun shy from showing my anger to them in a constructive way. Deep down I think I would dismember them with my sarcasm but I know I can grab enough humour and a bucket of heart to mix up a response that is valid and jolts their attention. To be continued in another blog, that point.

Glad to be writing and watching the Tina Fey Mark Twain award show on PBS. Also looking forward to dreaming of my husband imagining him snuggled down beside me albeit six hours away. Dreaming, as I've said in a few other blogs, is truly free and freeing.