So, Back to work!
I have had a wonderful vacation week! Filled with friends and family, the loved ones whom I cherish and adore.
But very importantly, it was a wonderful week for my marriage. For re-charging our collective battery. Re-igniting and stoking to a blaze all the fire and passion that is always smoldering just below the surface, banked down, burning low and waiting for the opportunity, the oxygen, and the space to roar to life and heat us up and leave us toasty and content.
Our sex life is never lacking, almost never (with the exception of illness or extreme fatigue), but there's something so wonderful about not having to make time for the act, you know? We always manage spontaneity--the reach-around in the kitchen whilst preparing dinner, the blow-job whilst checking one's e-mail, the hearty groping whenever the other passes by, the quick pounding when I've bent over to get something, the soapy fodling in the shower, all that. Like I've said before, there isn't a day, not a single day that passes where that man's assets aren't in my hands or on my lips. Or where my assets don't get caressed, kissed, and petted. No time crunch seems to douse our need to fondle, stroke, cuddle, and pleasure, even if we're too tired to do everything, we engage in intimacy daily.
But this vacation week afforded us time to ourselves that we haven't been able to enjoy in so, so long. I'm not even sure our chirstmas break was as rewarding-- mostly because this time around our Roomate was out of the house alot more often. We had enormously fulfilling sessions, (ENORMOUSLY) and when we weren't doing that we were really enjoying watching tv shows together, reading together, having long, deep, often hilarious, frequently stimulating conversations, cooking together, eating together, playing games together, visiting friends and family together, cleaning together, hosting friends and family together, shopping together, playing together, and just plain lounging around together.
It was one of my fondest staycations thus far. We were patient with one another, considerate, kind, friendly, warm, welcoming, encouraging, supportive, appreciative, and worshiping. We laughed, as we always do, but deeper, fuller and longer. We seemed to hold eachother closer, kiss more deeply, snuggle more contentedly.
I love being married to my best friend. To the person who really knows me, and fulfills me, and makes me feel like my best self even when I'm my absolute worst self.
I was plagued by self-doubt, by insecurities that have cropped up due to all kinds of complicated issues, I was a ship at see without bearings, storm-tossed, ragged, hopeless, afraid. He was there, as he ever is, with strong arms and an even stronger heart. He was there with wisdom that cut through my bullshit, with advice that resonated, and guidance that helps me be the best me possible.
He is, as he ever was, and ever shall be, my love, my life, my friend, my partner, my lover, my mentor, my dearest companion. Generous, patient, thoughtful, supportive, warm, open, deep, steadfast, delicious, dedicated, innovative, witty, wonderful, inspirational, beautiful, perfect. I am a very lucky woman, and very grateful.
I found this on a friend's blog and thought I'd like to re-post. I never had a wedding, a thing I don't really regret (when I see the miserable hassle my loved ones endure for such events!), but sometimes I like to fantasize about what things I'd include in my wedding if I ever do have one (like a vow-renewal). This would very likely be included as a reading.** Enjoy!
I have had a wonderful vacation week! Filled with friends and family, the loved ones whom I cherish and adore.
But very importantly, it was a wonderful week for my marriage. For re-charging our collective battery. Re-igniting and stoking to a blaze all the fire and passion that is always smoldering just below the surface, banked down, burning low and waiting for the opportunity, the oxygen, and the space to roar to life and heat us up and leave us toasty and content.
Our sex life is never lacking, almost never (with the exception of illness or extreme fatigue), but there's something so wonderful about not having to make time for the act, you know? We always manage spontaneity--the reach-around in the kitchen whilst preparing dinner, the blow-job whilst checking one's e-mail, the hearty groping whenever the other passes by, the quick pounding when I've bent over to get something, the soapy fodling in the shower, all that. Like I've said before, there isn't a day, not a single day that passes where that man's assets aren't in my hands or on my lips. Or where my assets don't get caressed, kissed, and petted. No time crunch seems to douse our need to fondle, stroke, cuddle, and pleasure, even if we're too tired to do everything, we engage in intimacy daily.
But this vacation week afforded us time to ourselves that we haven't been able to enjoy in so, so long. I'm not even sure our chirstmas break was as rewarding-- mostly because this time around our Roomate was out of the house alot more often. We had enormously fulfilling sessions, (ENORMOUSLY) and when we weren't doing that we were really enjoying watching tv shows together, reading together, having long, deep, often hilarious, frequently stimulating conversations, cooking together, eating together, playing games together, visiting friends and family together, cleaning together, hosting friends and family together, shopping together, playing together, and just plain lounging around together.
It was one of my fondest staycations thus far. We were patient with one another, considerate, kind, friendly, warm, welcoming, encouraging, supportive, appreciative, and worshiping. We laughed, as we always do, but deeper, fuller and longer. We seemed to hold eachother closer, kiss more deeply, snuggle more contentedly.
I love being married to my best friend. To the person who really knows me, and fulfills me, and makes me feel like my best self even when I'm my absolute worst self.
I was plagued by self-doubt, by insecurities that have cropped up due to all kinds of complicated issues, I was a ship at see without bearings, storm-tossed, ragged, hopeless, afraid. He was there, as he ever is, with strong arms and an even stronger heart. He was there with wisdom that cut through my bullshit, with advice that resonated, and guidance that helps me be the best me possible.
He is, as he ever was, and ever shall be, my love, my life, my friend, my partner, my lover, my mentor, my dearest companion. Generous, patient, thoughtful, supportive, warm, open, deep, steadfast, delicious, dedicated, innovative, witty, wonderful, inspirational, beautiful, perfect. I am a very lucky woman, and very grateful.
I found this on a friend's blog and thought I'd like to re-post. I never had a wedding, a thing I don't really regret (when I see the miserable hassle my loved ones endure for such events!), but sometimes I like to fantasize about what things I'd include in my wedding if I ever do have one (like a vow-renewal). This would very likely be included as a reading.** Enjoy!
Why Marriage?
By Mari Nichols-Haining
Because to the depths of me, I long to love one person
With all my heart, my soul, my mind, my body...
Because I need a forever friend to trust with the intimacies of me,
Who won't hold them against me,
Who loves me when I'm unlikeable,
Who sees the small child in me, and
Who looks for the divine potential in me...
Because I need to cuddle in the warmth of the night
With someone who thanks God for me,
With someone I feel blessed to hold...
Because marriage means opportunity
To grow in love in friendship...
Because marriages do not fail, people fail
When they enter into marriage
Expecting another to make them whole...
I take half of the responsibility for my marriage
But together we create our marriage...
**I would like to take this moment to remind the reader, if they have forgotten, that my beliefs are quite liberal, and I firmly and whole-heartedly believe that the cultural norm of a two-person union is not necessarily the perfect, ideal, or only type of fulfilling, rewarding, healthy marriage. And I certainly don't believe in a hetero-normative view of marriage by any stretch of the imagination. We can get into that some other day, but I just want the record clear: I believe in love! The more the merrier ;)
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