…Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam…and wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva… So tweasure your wuv.
I have an uncanny ability to always look for the dark in pleasant things. My mom’s most frequent advice to me is, and I quote, “please be happy, ok?”. On occasion a bus driver (or two) have taken the time to tell me that I need to smile more. I am what you might call a champion buzz kill; always on the run from any stimulus that, god forbid, might make me feel too joyful.
Today is my one year wedding anniversary. I made it through my first year of marriage feeling content, giddy, spirited, and… wait for it…blissfully happy. For a downbeat like me, who spent the wedding festivities being angry for excessive cheerfulness around me, this is a welcomed surprise.
It’s a great feeling to come home to a kind and a good guy. To always have him around to do silly and fun things. Who has the ability to make a long layover at an airport eventful. Who leaves me alone and gives me space without judging me or being mean. Who is completely content to eat a bowl of cereal for dinner when I don’t cook. Who keeps up with my whims.