obnoxiously cute

This week something amazing happened to me. Whellll sort of and sort of not.

I ruined dinner... that's the not....well the weavels in the rice really should get the credit for that one. They did after all have to climb to the top of the hot cream of chicken soup to show themselves before dieing. Yeah. Real gross. So after seeing that I made the Command discision that we were going out to eat. Off to Subway we go. Sitting there in the food court we all talk and laugh about regular day things. Just the same as we would at home. Minus the yelling to eat your food because after all at the food court you have this ginormous brightly colored apparatus beaconing small people to hurry and eat to come play. We should look into owning one of those. Anyhow. Brenner was off to play and Brian and I were just sitting there talking and Beckett was playing and eating some bread when a friend of ours walked up and said something weird. "Are you guys sooo cute all in love and together or what?!" Now we just looked at each other and smiled thinking that 1. we've been married too long to be that "lovey dovey" look and 2. her new husband is freshly deployed and she's heading for training from her little guys and missing her man(s) and 3. just an odd thing to hit you when eating Subway. Nothing against Subway but it's not a romantic or "Super special meal" type stuff.

But the thing is that I just can't stop thinking about it. I'm so lucky. Lucky that I've found this man in my life that I love and like and miss and want to be with. And frankly still want to be around. I think that is one of the most genuine feelings. Wanting to just "be" with a person. Like working on a project in the same room with the other person just to be near them. I'm lucky that after all these years He still loves me back. That I get to choose everyday to be married to him. And that he chooses back. Now mind you some times it's not the easy "roses and doves and cartoon hearts" choice but still it's the best choices I've ever made in my life. Everyday.

So I guess this girl that told us that was right. We are in love and it does show through to the rest of the world. I guess I do still look at Kemper and swoon. He does make my heart skip a beat. I can't wait to sit next to him on the couch, at the table, at church, in the car, or anywhere. I remember watching movies and you see the people fall in love and the music montague goes on and shows them over a couple of weeks falling in love or a couple of years living their lives in love and you think, 'Oh that would be so great." But I don't have any background music helping me out. I wish I did. But what I do have is a partner. Someone that holds me in the middle of the kitchen to show me he loves me. Even if he's still in his PT's. That's the music of our marriage. The give and take. The work. The sacrifices. The recognition of the effort of the other for you. For your beniefit. For no other reason that "I love you." Plain and simple.

So I said I was lucky to have him and now that I say these things that's a lie. I'm not lucky. What I am is blessed to be able to love this man and honored that loves me back. Intently, intensely, ferousiously, purposely, and quietly. I don't think that you can "find the love of you life." I think you love and your life happens together. I love my life. I love my family. I have all of this because a girl and a boy love each other.