Thursday, March 21, 2013

Remember #fiveminutefriday

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
Five Minute Friday 

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?

10 comments:

  1. Love this! I quit my job as a teacher right after we married so I could write children's books, but really I just enjoyed one delightful year as a wife. And then the babies came. What a year!

    "There's no desperate time crunch." Oh to be back there once again. Thanks for reminding me to be goofy in love!

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    1. Thanks, Angie! It's really one of those internal shifts you make, isn't it?

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  2. I does us well to remember these times - so free! The time we had like yours was 14 years ago - we look around now and can't believe this is our life! As I type this, I'm watching BBC's Emma (my favorite) and am giggling because Mr. Elton's wife calls her husband Mr. E!

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    1. I agree- sometimes I have to remind myself to stop and smell the roses because before I know it life will catch up with us! Thanks for sharing!

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  3. Beautiful! I'm so glad you've hopped on board the FMF train! Good women, good writing, good reads.

    The newness of a marriage is so wonderful- but so is the settling in, realizing you don't have to make beds or sweep floors (not that I do that much anyways :P) That was my favorite part of this post- seeing your self written evolution as a couple.

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    1. Thanks for inviting me! I never would have found this- such a release!

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  4. sweet ... and may it be glorious even during the ups and downs ...

    blessings!

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    1. Thanks for visiting, Linda! As long as we can remember the good times we'll weather the bad. :)

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