My Man and Me

Okay, friends, I did it. I actually did something romantic (see Hallmark Hates Me). There is a song by Dave Matthews that makes me tear up when I hear it and brings my thoughts to my husband. I couldn’t wait to share it with him. I played it for him while standing next to him. I couldn’t look at him; I was staring at the ground. My thoughts? Why did I do this? I should have sent him the link! I blushed. I started sweating. I used great restraint not to cry as I listened to the words with him next to me. His response was a hug and he said “ahhh.” We even did a little slow dance as the song finished. (This sounds gushy as I write this!) Hey, there’s some growth here. Baby steps.

The song is You and Me, should you care to listen.

P.S. He informed me he already has a song for us: Walls by Tom Petty. He thinks I have a huge heart. I think we’re more romantic than we realize…

I HAVE EVERYTHING!

I feel a bit sheepish as I glance over last week’s blog. After I hit "send" last week, it occurred to me my counselor would have asked me to think about what I do have. So here are just a few things that come to mind. Please understand they are addressing the complaints from last week. I am very grateful for my family, health, home, food – a very long list.

I have the opportunity to work with an organization I feel really passionate about: working with kids who would benefit from adult mentoring. Now that makes my heart sing. Kids make my heart sing.

I prayed for the chance to take on some change in my life. Boy, am I getting that opportunity. I’m seeing from this past week that I can succeed; that it’s okay to have failures (while not fun, it is progress in the perfectionist department); and that having the support of wizard techno people to help me with my Cra- – I mean Blackberry issues has saved my sanity.

I am still struggling with the crabby virus this week, but I am fortunate to have family and friends who are patient. I am hearing myself more in the midst of my crabbiness and apologizing quicker (at least I hope so – confirmation, dear?).

So to quote a wise sixth-grader from his first English paper of the year, “I’m not perfect, but I’m going to keep trying new things and having fun.” Thanks, buddy.