Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts

Monday, May 14, 2012

One Year Down...

It's our first anniversary today.  One year ago we walked down the aisle in the room where we first met and vowed to spend the rest of our lives side by side.  It was a lovely day, full of joy, laughter and promise.  I can't think of many better days in my life.  No, I'll correct that.  I can't think of any better days. Some that equalled it in greatness, but none that can truly match it.

It's been a good year.  There have been challenges, to be sure.  Blending families is as difficult as they say.  There have been some tense moments, days even.  There have been days of annoyance, moments of anger, times of deep hurt.  But we have always moved through them and on from them, and I think I can honestly say that we have always done so while maintaining mutual respect.

There have been far more good days.  Days of celebration.  Days of showing the love that we have for each other.  Yes, good days.

And today, even more than a year ago, I truly love the man I stand beside.  He is a good man.  He is patient and kind.  He treats me well.  He loves me.  He loves our children - his, mine and ours.  Whenever I look at him, whether through my eyes or in my mind, I know that I have found the man of my dreams.  He is not perfect, but he is perfect for me.  He is all I need in a husband, and so much more.  He is my love.

As I look forward to the many years I hope we will have together, I have many dreams for us.  Some we will fulfill, I'm sure.  Others will remain as dreams.  We will have many adventures, though they may not be the ones we had planned.  What is important is that we stay as a team, standing strong side by side, ready to face whatever life may throw our way.  And at the end of the day, that we always choose to say, "I love you."

I love you, Darryl.  I loved you then, I love you now, I always will.

Happy anniversary, my love.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

What I Like About You

In September, I was supposed to make a point of telling my husband and those I talk to things that I appreciate about him.  It was something someone started to help women encourage their men.  So many times we who are wives find the negative things about our husbands and point them out, but leave out the positive ones.  Clearly this does nothing to promote a good relationship.  (Incidentally, this was also a part of my marriage vows, so it was a good reminder to me to continue working on keeping them.)  I have to admit that I didn't say the one thing every day that I was supposed to, but the idea was on my mind.  Since I didn't follow through, and as it was just Thanksgiving and my hubby is definitely someone I am very thankful for, I thought I would make a list of 30 things I love about Darryl - one for every day of September.  It is by no means comprehensive, nor is it ordered in any significant way.  I don't think writing this list makes up for doing something on a daily basis, but it was a good exercise for me.  :)

1. He cleans up after supper.  I don't think he likes doing it any more than I do, but he does it anyway.
2. I don't think I have taken care of the garbage or recycling since May.  Neither have the kids.  Yet it always gets done.
3. His chilli is yummy!
4. He cuddles me when I'm upset, and is ok with "I don't want to talk about it" when he asks what's bothering me.
5. He takes Justin to the park to play.
6. He takes kids where they need to go.
7. He took Caleb out to shoot things for his birthday.
8. He takes Charisma shopping (and I know he doesn't like shopping any more than I do).
9. Dani has little "posters" that he made for her hanging on her bed.
10. He wrote a bedtime prayer just for Daniele.
11. He cares about what I want.
12. He tells me I'm beautiful.
13. He still gets distracted when I he's talking to me and I start changing. ;)
14. He does laundry.
15. He syphoned the gas from our old van so we could put it in our other vehicles.
16. I have never heard him yell (at least not in anger).
17. When we go to the beach with the kids, he goes in the water to play with them.
18. He is completely supportive of everything I do.
19. His sense of humour matches mine (though I'm not sure if this is really a good thing :P).
20. When the kids have games and concerts, he goes to watch - not because he has to, but because he wants to.
21. Day in and day out, he goes to a job he does not enjoy for less pay than he deserves in order to keep food on our table and a roof over our heads.
22. He believes that spending time is more important than spending money.
23. He gives me a goodnight and a good morning kiss every day.
24. He makes me laugh.
25. We can engage in some pretty good verbal banter.
26. We have been together for over a year and have never fought.  Disagreed, yes.  Fought, no.  This says far more about him than me.
27. Mac over PC - he agrees.
28. He's not the jealous type.  If I talk to a male friend, he does not suddenly become concerned that something inappropriate is going on.
29. He's an awesome dad and step-dad.
30. He loves me. :D

Sunday, April 24, 2011

The Eye of the Beholder

I remember reading Worthless Women and the Men Who Make Them and thinking how fortunate I am to have the man I do.  He's a good man.  He works hard, he's trustworthy, he's loving.  These are all fantastic qualities that I do not take for granted.  But there is something else that sets him apart.  He makes me feel beautiful.

I once wrote about the opposite - how I had been made to feel ugly as a kid.  In that post I mentioned the first time I remember being told I was beautiful.  It's a powerful statement to hear.  There's something about it that goes deep.  It goes beyond "cute," "pretty" or even "hot."  It is the heart-longing of every woman to be found beautiful.

Darryl has spoken these words to me often.  When I'm all done up to go out.  When we are just sitting and relaxing.  When he has seen me first thing in the morning, in all my bedhead glory.  "Wow.  You're so beautiful."  Every time, his words astound me.  Some times more than others, naturally.  I'll be honest - when he I've just come in from a 2-hr. run, the words make me chuckle.  Not because I question his sincerity, but because they seem out of place, which I suppose makes me believe him all the more.

Society bombards us with their own idea of beauty.  All you have to do is stand in line at the grocery store to catch a glimpse of this.  So many women feel worthless.  Un-beautiful.  So many men gaze at these "beautiful" women, wishing that's what they had.  You know what's simply awesome?  I know for a fact that the current "most beautiful woman in the world" could walk into the room, and she wouldn't warrant more than a glance from Darryl.  She could stand right beside me, she could be completely naked, and his gaze would be locked in mine.  And he would say, "You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."  It blows me away.  I hope that never changes.  I have no reason to believe that it will.  Not because of who I am, but because of who he is.

Every time Darryl speaks these words, I believe him a little bit more.  Not so much that I am generically beautiful, but rather that when he looks at me, he sees beauty.  Others may disagree with him - that's fine.  In fact, they should.  They should be enamoured with the beauty of their own love, if they have been granted such.  I hope my life leads others to see beauty in it, but beyond that I do not have need.  I only desire that from one person.

Yes, I am truly fortunate to have what I do, but I am not the only one.  I have seen other men look upon their wives with such adoration that it cannot go unnoticed.  He looks and sees beauty.  She feels it and gives it.  These looks speak more loudly about real love than any words ever could.  What a gift to be able to share this with others.  To be able to speak, without words, the true essence of love.

Each one of us is beautiful, for that is how we are made.

I feel beautiful.  And his words speak more beauty into my life.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

History...Not Cleared

I sat down at my computer today and started typing in various sites in the address bar.  These were websites I had visited recently, and was surprised when they weren't automatically coming up.  "How odd," I thought. At first I wondered if Caleb had accidentally cleared the history when he was on, and then I remembered that Darryl had been on last night.  (For any of you who do not know, Darryl is, for lack of a better term, my boyfriend, and probably the biggest reason I haven't written anything here lately.  To be honest, my mind has been pretty preoccupied by thoughts of him.  Yes, "young" love...sigh...)  Did he clear it?  Why would he do that?  My mind was suddenly flooded with various reasons why he might clear the browsing history in my computer, some less savoury than others.  I had no real reason to think he was doing anything inappropriate, so why would these thoughts come to mind?

Now, I know that in today's society, we have been raised to be very cautious.  In my opinion, oftentimes overcautious.  However, I blame my thoughts more on history.  Just like, when I type "pc" into my browser, it automatically fills in the PC Financial address, or plug in "mb" and Manitoba Cycling comes up, there are things that trigger my own relationship "browsing history."  I came out of a relationship that lacked trust.  More often than not, it was for good reason.  And now, when a similar situation came up that had been an issue in this past relationship, the same doubts and emotions came rushing back.

If something I'm typing in my web browser is consistently bringing up a site that I don't want to go to, possibly ever again, there is a simple solution.  Clear history.  Poof.  It's gone.  Oh sure, there are often ways that those techie geeks can get stuff like that back, but not me.  Nothing will bring that website up again unless I go there deliberately.  Problem solved.

But there's no "Clear History" button for real life.  I can't just erase the existence of past relationships, or the lasting emotional results.  Oh, how nice it would be sometimes to get rid of the emotional baggage that accompanies those failed relationships.  To not have to drag it into the new one and have it leave yet another attempt in shambles.  To be able to truly start fresh, not jaded.

But then I would also erase the things that I learned from each one.  I also would erase the good things, and quite frankly, that would suck.  Particularly badly for my current situation.  You see, Darryl and I dated way back in 1996.  He treated me like gold then, just as he does now.  But if I "cleared my history" that would be gone, too.  The knowledge of this amazing man - who he was then and how, essentially, it hasn't changed to this day.  I wouldn't have that history to draw on.

So what did I do about the computer?  What any rational person should do.  I simply texted him and asked if he had done it.  "Yes. Sorry. Habit." was his simple response.  I know I can trust his response.  How?  History.  So you know what?  I'll leave my history uncleared, thank you.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Virtual Friendship

Technology has certainly changed the way we do communication, and hence, friendship.  Ten years ago, there was no such things as IM.  Twenty years ago, we had no idea what email was.  Twenty-five years ago most people would stare at you blankly if you talked about using a mobile phone.  Thirty years ago, many people, at least in rural areas, still had party lines.

I could go on, but I suspect I have already lost some of you.  Party lines?  Like coke?  No, like you shared a phone line with your neighbours.  You only answered the phone when it was your ring.  Unless, of course, you wanted to find out the latest gossip.  But if you didn't want them to know you were listening in, you'd better be quiet!  Oh, and you actually had to dial, on a round thing.  No such thing as pushing buttons.

And back then, we wrote letters.  You had pen pals.  You took a pen or pencil, handwrote your letter on a piece of paper (you usually tried to find something nice), put it in an envelope, addressed and stamped it, and put it in the mailbox.  Of course, this is why I was never a very good pen pal.  Most of the time I would get to the writing part.  I would even usually put the letter in an envelope and address it.  That stamp thing, and getting it to the post office though, that's another story.  There were many letters that got thrown out (there was no such thing as recycling) because they were outdated.  Some just got stashed away.  When I was packing to move last summer, I came across quite a few letters that I had written.  Some were from college.  Some as far back as high school.  They just never got sent.

Quite often, after meeting someone, at camp say, you would exchange addresses and write back and forth, and that was when you really got to know each other.  Sometimes you had pen pals that you had never met.  I can't remember how that all worked, but I think that in magazines, people could leave little tidbits about themselves along with their address (and sometimes accompanied by a picture), and you could write to them.  After writing back and forth, you might make plans to actually meet each other.  Yes, it was a very different world.  You didn't worry about addresses getting into the wrong hands and giving out personal information.  Of course, a lot of those addresses were box numbers, so I guess you'd be reasonably hard to track down.  And if some creepy person was hovering around the post office all day, just waiting for you to pick up your mail, someone was bound to notice and do something about it.

Sometimes I marvel at how things have changed, and yet haven't.  For example, we still write to people we don't know and develop friendships with them after reading tidbits about them (and usually seeing their picture).  But we don't have to use pens, paper, envelopes, stamps or mailboxes.  At least not real ones.  We simply sign into our Facebook accounts and send them a message.  Or write on their walls.  If you get to know them well enough, you might actually meet.  And you can do this all without leaving your house.  (This is probably why I'm much better at maintaining connections now.)

The thing is, it's so easy to connect to people that we tend to connect to lots.  I have 549 "friends" on Facebook.  I have met most of them.  I could probably delete at least half of them without either of us really noticing.  I don't.  Mostly because it takes too much effort.  Partly because I do communicate with most of them at least once a year.  Partly because I have a hard time getting rid of things - even FB friends.

In some ways, this mass connection has made it easy to form shallow relationships.  At the same time, it hasn't really changed the way I do the friend thing.  I have always known lots of people.  There were very few people that I went to school with - grade school and college - whose names I did not know.  And if I didn't know, I asked.  I had a few close friends - people that I could talk to about anything.  People that I would hang out with.

I still have a few close friends.  One of them, Kim, was a friendship largely built through FB.  I really couldn't give you the details of the evolution of our friendship, but I do know that I can trust her with anything.  I know she's a ton of fun.  And we even hang out sometimes.

That "hanging out" component.  That's what I miss.  It's easier to sit in front of a computer screen and chat with five different people at once than actually get together with those people.  (Besides, they probably don't know each other at all anyway - except through your status comments, that is.)  Online has its benefits, but I miss just being with people.

When I was newly married, there were five of us who got together pretty much every Friday to have a games night.  We had so much fun - talking, laughing, competing.  I don't do that anymore.  I'd love to get together with a core group of friends.  I think people still do that on occasion.  Somewhere, that aspect of life escaped me.

I have also noticed that we seem to have developed an out-of-sight, out-of-mind mindset.  I think this is another product of social networking.  We get used to commenting on status lines and pictures.  We talk to the people we see.  We don't sit down and think, "Hmmm...I haven't talked to so-and-so for awhile now.  Perhaps I'll pick up the phone and give her a call to see how she's doing."  If we don't see them -either physically or virtually - we don't talk.

I have sometimes wondered, if I dropped off the face of the Earth, how long would it take before someone noticed?  Would I ever get a message asking how things were?  Would someone take the time to give me a call?  Would they even be able to find my phone number?

Similarly, would I notice if one of my friends disappeared?  To be sure, there are some I check up on regularly, even if they don't make it onto my current FB home page.  But there are many who could completely vanish and I would never know.  I probably would not bother to make the phone call.  And I probably don't have their phone numbers.  And I don't really like talking on the phone anymore.  Except for sometimes.  And to some people.

But then, is this really any different?  In years past, prior to all our technology, how many people would we have noticed if we hadn't heard from them lately?  Four?  Five?  (Not including family - my mom can tell you exactly when she last talked to each of us.)  About the same number I would notice disappearing now.

So, I guess the old adage is true - the more things change, the more they stay the same.  I think I'll go call someone...