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!
Posted by Lilly at 7:07 PM