My five minutes haven't started yet! Part of this blog was a personal encouragement (nudge? shove) to write more. And while the NaBloPoMo was fun, one topic for the entire month was...difficult. Challenging. Repetitive. Sister-in-law suggested this: Five Minute Friday. One word topic, five minutes of writing, no editing (NO EDITING, Brie). We'll see how long I can keep up. "We dwarves are natural sprinters. We're wasted over long distances..."--Gimli son of Gloin
Remember when we came back from our honeymoon? We moved in and suddenly everyone expected us to be together. All the time. We had no qualms, this was something we had looked forward to for months--years! I loved every indulgent smile, every glance you cast my way. We were goofy on love.
Moving in together wasn't as hard as they made it out to be. We fit together. Pieces falling into place, your stuff complemented mine. We rejoiced in the things we had in common (multiple copies of the same book, the same movie, organizers and staplers and pictures). We spent the first week deep-cleaning the bachelor pad. How lucky were we to score the house we rent? Three bedrooms and a yard to boot. Baby, we'll never realize how good we had it until we move.
But we sat down and we soaked it in. We soaked it all in. I tried to be selfish and avoided really looking for a job. I just wanted to be home with you, cleaning and decorating. Two years later and I laugh at all the time I had to myself, but all I wanted to do was please you. You're still the center of my world, the rock that holds me steady, but I've learned to branch out. To do my own thing. You won't hold me accountable if the floors aren't swept. You never cared about hanging the pictures. You sheepishly admit to only making the bed because I expect it.
But we grew together here. We grew closer here. In this house, in these rooms, on this couch we find comfort in just being together. Because we don't have to be apart any more. There's no desperate time crunch. And it's glorious.
You.
And me.
Remember?
