I wish you all could take a look around my house…well, maybe not, it looks like a crazy person lives here.
Along with boxes of journals, and me on my computer writing, I see the table I brought up and placed directly in front of our living room window, now covered with seed packets and seed pods as I have egg shells on the stove for water to start garden plants tomorrow. There is sap boiling in the garage and buckwheat bread rising on the stove top, and a chicken magazine on the dining room table with a basket of felting supplies sitting next to it.
When he came home from helping a friend work on his house today, he walked in and asked if I stop to take off my shoes or if I just fall out of them while walking since my slippers are in a one two pattern and nearby are my muck boots in the same step by step pattern…I really didn’t have an answer for him…I honestly don’t recall taking them off.
Downstairs my office is filled with witchy spiritual stuff right next to down to earth running a business goodies like printers, and ledgers and task agendas. Outside that room, is my yoga, journaling, reading space…which tends to take up the entire house some days.
People, this is my husband’s life.
This man had a nice normal life before me. He dreamed of a place on a lake up North to escape to on the weekends, fishing and hunting and hanging out with friends….
I am laughing inside.
I tease about him a lot. At my live events we call him The Bouncer as he shows up to cover the logistics of chairs and registrations and holding space while I work. His presence lets me just do what I do, with crowds of people at a time.
I don’t know what I am really saying outside of the fact that I have been around a lot of people lately who are breaking up and getting divorced, and all of them should be, no lie.
But in the midst of that I am taking a moment to credit this man who honestly didn’t know what he was getting into because as our life has changed, my fun factors have expanded and now he’s up to his eyeballs in crazy that I pray feels like joy. I think it does. He says it does, and I will choose to believe him, because I’m pretty sure I am just getting started.
Not only do I love him, but I respect and so appreciate him. He is my favorite playmate.
Too often we don’t say the Thank you’s we should to our partners. We nitpick and criticize and stop smelling the roses they tend for us everyday. We find fault with the things we used to love about them. It happens too easily, so let’s all just take a little reminder. If you wouldn’t do this nutty world with anyone else, remember to tell THEM that. The world is hard sometimes, we need to remind our people that we chose them on purpose, and we would do it again.
For Christmas he bought me an apple press, a wood burning kit, and a new wool sweater…now it’s his fault as much as my own, he’s asking for it.
Last night I texted his cousin about a backpacking trip I want to take this summer. Of course he’s coming along…of course he has no idea what he’s in for…it is how he spends most of his life with me…a little confused, a lot courageous, and rather tolerant of what crazy might look like.
I just wanted to take a moment to give him credit and let you all know, that I know;
He is a pure gift to me, and I am pretty sure he’s having the time of his life.
He’s taking a nap right now…seems fair.
I will try and take my shoes off at the door.
Forever the journey, Anne