Thought that was pretty good advice..
Anyways sandman is calling..
Hopefully get to write more tomorrow.
Lately it’s hard reading about my close friends marriages because yes I don’t know what is behind closed doors but I know I won’t profess my love for M to the masses.. probably not ever because I don’t feel that way about him.
Still think he’s insanely handsome 🙂 but that’s just so small compared to what I thought of him or how I felt about him..
I think the throat punch for me in reading about my pal’s marriages is I remember what that felt like. To love your spouse.. ahh.. to look at them and just be in awe that God blessed me with this person..
Gee I must be LOVED.. hands down by the man above..
And don’t get me wrong.. I know I’m loved by God..
I even am learning to love myself and take care of myself.
But I don’t feel that way when I look at him. In fact I’ve been wanting to talk with him about his things so if he dies before I do what shall I do with his stuff. Probably pack bigger music equipment for the kids but all the piddly stuff just send to his friends like guitar pedals.
Clothes keep for the boy I guess..
Because in NH version I would just get rid of all that music room stuff and put a child in that bedroom or turn it into a beautiful guest bedroom..
I know I’m strange probably shouldn’t be planning this stuff out but it has been on my mind..