Thursday, July 5, 2012

excuse me, but did you kiss a yak butt?


ugh... woke up this morning at 5:55 to get the kids up for school. fell asleep with hair in a ponytail, had gatorade before falling asleep and had too much sodium at dinner so that combined with 4 hours sleep gave that lovely puffy morning face that somehow manages to highlight every wrinkle and imperfection. needless to say, should NOT have looked in the mirror before going downstairs... idly wondered... oh nevermind, you don't want to know.

wandering around feeling like crap and waiting impatiently for the damn coffee to brew!!!! avoided any possibility of seeing our reflection, went upstairs to make sure kids were actually getting up, went into the bedroom wishing the kids could get themselves out of the house on their own in the mornings to find ourself face to face with a man that seems to be too brain damaged to realize how gross we were.

answered a question in someone else's diary the other day about the difference between love and infatuation... now realize love is about more than wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone but in seeing beauty in the person you wake up with.

no matter how disheveled, icky and bloated we may feel, this man will still wrap his arms around us and tell us how beautiful we are. someone who wants to kiss a person whose breath in not very different from the dog after she's raided the cat box. love is a child telling you you're the best parent in 'the whole live world' because you make his chocolate milk, or because (charlie did this sunday) you spent 6 hours painstakingly designing custom paper plane patterns so your sons can just print it out whenever they want one. love is asking someone how their day was when you know you'll understand less than half of the technobabble they are about to launch into, and listening with clear interest, to every word. love is more than a willingness to commit to the pretty side of a relationship.

love is about staying thru tragedy, illness, poverty, snoring, poodle perms and morning breath and still knowing there is no one else on the planet you would ever want to wake up with. love is being able to stick together thru communication problems and being able to find something to laugh about when everything looks like shit.

it will be 16 years in 10 days. almost half our life with charlie and we can say with honesty, it's definitely been the best half. he asked marisa to marry him on april 27, 1986, and waited til may 10 for their first kiss. he quietly (and sometimes not so quietly) stayed with us until the day when someone finally understood that there were many of us in this body, and responded with gratitude that he could finally discuss it openly now. he'd known since year one, but helped us hide our secret until someone believed.

okay, we're obviously feeling sentimental today. it's kind of hard not to when you've kissed someone who had the courtesy not to ask if you've been kissing yak butt.

love you charlie.