I was pretty sick with a queasy stomach, a fever that had me soaked with sweat, chills that had me shaking & quaking, & nausea, in the wee hours of this morning … I was in bad shape, but I didn't think it was serious enough to warrant an ER visit, so Holland checked on me periodically before I got up - and gave me a Free Pass 🎟️💞 for the Day, even making Supper for us; which, thankfully, I managed to keep in my stomach. So, all I've actually done today since waking up, is scroll FB reels - and laugh out loud, nod my head in agreement, and say, "that's truth, alright".
Here are some of the reels that grabbed my attention, got me thinking-laughing-commenting:
I did warn Holland - when he started talking marriage: "I don't think you know what you're asking for. I will make you angry - often. I won't mean to, but it will happen." He said, "I'll risk it." Now, my warning plays in his head 24/7/365; and I try not to remind him that "I said so". Marriage 💕 It's a trip …
It just happens 😉 I wake up bouncy & innocent … and by the end of the Day I'm being told I embody all the power in the galaxy to piss off the entire world 🤔 Superwoman has nothing over me 😂🤣
There are very few people from my Past in my Life, Now.
Some have taken different paths.
Some have heeded The Call.
Some were lured away by worldly distractions.
Some stayed.
Some made me a part of their Family nucleolus.
Some are new-comers: late comers to the Party of My Life.
They didn't know me in my Past - they only know me in this New Chapter of my New Life.
None of these people really know me.
Both groups of people that make up my Tribe, only know the bits and pieces of me that I share; I share truthfully … but I don't share all.
So, when people run with what they think they know about me, try to manage me, make assumptions about me, and try to force me into a labeled box … I will more often, than not, buck against it all & can honestly say, "You don't know me."
Truth.
Bob married me 4 months after our 1st Date. His words to me after positioning me in front of Zane's window, on Commerce & pointing at wedding rings were, "I believe we can make it, Val. I want you to be the mother of my children." I was 17 - he was 24 💍 Bob always felt like Home, to me. We made it, through thick & thin, for 44 years 👩❤️💋👨
Holland married me 2 months after our 1st Date. His words to me while we were sitting in his truck, drinking coffees at Willow Grove, were: "We're getting married - I waited 35 years for you & thought I had missed you somewhere along the line. The years kept passing. Then, you walked through the door - I knew who you were as soon as I saw you. We're getting married & you'll get used to the thought of me." That was in November; we were married the first week of January 💎 Holland is a tough guy 🤠 … but, with all his sharp edges, he feels like Home, to me. In all those years between Bob's leaving - and Holland's arrival, no other guy interested me - not even a tiny spark; and I was flirted with at the gas station, grocery aisles, Park walks: only Holland was able to get me alongside him. I was 66 - he was 60. And we're going to make it, because there is no one else we'd rather stand beside, fight with, share laughs with, & make memories with 👩❤️💋👨 We've weathered 1,400 Days out of our hoped for 7,300; the next 5,900 should be a cinch 😉
I was feeling well enough to make supper, when suppertime came around - but Holland insisted that I "rest the whole Day, Baby; I don't want anything to happen to you." I consented because (1) he likes to cook (2) it eases his mind to "take care of" me.
I am blessed - and I know it 💖
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