Monday, April 18, 2011
Just had a great weekend with hubby, which isn't something that has happened in a very long time. Our anniversary was just the other day, and I suggested we go to a special dinner where there was gourmet food and (lots!) of wine. Also some great music. It didn't start until 6:30, so he had all day to get ready: showered, shaved, etc. I rarely try to do anything with him in the morning anymore, as he often sleeps such crazy hours. Anyway, it was great, so I will count my blessings, as he is still talking about what a great time he had. Sugar stayed under control, he didn't get sick, no falling . . . awesome. Just got to thinking: there haven't been any of those horrible blow-ups in awhile. Am I just being lucky, or is the anti-anxiety medicine (that he actually kept taking this time) working miracles? Or do we both need to be "sloshed" on alcohol to have a good time with each other? I totally get "waiting for the other shoe to drop," but think I'll enjoy the momentum on this while it lasts, whatever the reason. Whew, wish me luck!