Andy...
We ate pastie tonight. You know meat and potato pie?
That stuff can kill a gut, then throw some birthday cake and shrimp on top and you feel like shit.
I was lying in bed tonight with my Andy and just groaned a little groan and rubbed the ole belly and he said,
"there are tums in my overnight bag."
simple gesture right?
I didnt ask for Tums.
Never said a word.
He read my mind.
The man with the biggest feet on the planet and a "whisper" voice that makes the dog growl read my Fu&*ing mind.
He brought my phone to work the other morning because I left it on the kitchen counter.
Yup the day after I told him I was no longer going to chase him around the house with a ringing cell phone in my hand screaming "should I answer it!!!!!"
I told him he needed to be more responsible for his phone andnot leave it laying around.
"what if I need you?"
Yeah, that was me.
Same Butthead that took the phone from his hand at work and shooed him out the door so I could get back to class.
Lat week we went out for dinner with Gary and Shirley.
When I first met Andy, he was .... "wild, unpredictable, loose cannon."
Shirley knew him from the beginning, I know they werent fond if him. He was bold and brash at times and of course the "girls" didnt like it.
I personally loved it. Coming out of a marriage that was as exciting as watching paint dry, well Andy made my belly hurt from laughing.
Not to mention he was the fist man that made me feel beautiful.
He would lead me anywhere and I would go. I still hang onto his hand sometimes and just want to close my eyes. Just wait to see where we end up.
Went to a concert had shitty seats. He took my hand, I moaned "we are going to get into trouble!"
We ended up in the third row, with James Taylor staring me staight in the eye singing sweet baby James.
Jumped off a catamaran in the Keys, told me he would catch me at the bottom-I did, and
he did.
We laugh at stupid stuff.
He argues his points like no other.
He is stubborn, labile and passionate.
Most of all, I can look at him and see our little boy.
A little boy that is nothing at all as I expected.
I imagined our son with dark hair and eyes, dimples and a quiet disposition.
He is a Jones baby in appearance, he is Andy's son by character.
Anyway- The more time we spend together the more I am reminded that TODAY I Love my husband.
I look in his gold honey eyes and lose what is being said.
I have never thought of being with another man since we married.
Now I am not psychotic (totally) I remember last week and wanting to run away from everything and everyone.
That doesnt change the fact that He is my Love.
He writes me dirty text messages, talks about life together ten years from now without a single doubt.
He is an attentive father and adores my family.
I am lucky.
truly, truly know what it means to have someone Love me.
I will surely be ready to leave again sometime soon.
He is my Home, and no matter where our house may be, I will forever make my home wherever he is.
That stuff can kill a gut, then throw some birthday cake and shrimp on top and you feel like shit.
I was lying in bed tonight with my Andy and just groaned a little groan and rubbed the ole belly and he said,
"there are tums in my overnight bag."
simple gesture right?
I didnt ask for Tums.
Never said a word.
He read my mind.
The man with the biggest feet on the planet and a "whisper" voice that makes the dog growl read my Fu&*ing mind.
He brought my phone to work the other morning because I left it on the kitchen counter.
Yup the day after I told him I was no longer going to chase him around the house with a ringing cell phone in my hand screaming "should I answer it!!!!!"
I told him he needed to be more responsible for his phone andnot leave it laying around.
"what if I need you?"
Yeah, that was me.
Same Butthead that took the phone from his hand at work and shooed him out the door so I could get back to class.
Lat week we went out for dinner with Gary and Shirley.
When I first met Andy, he was .... "wild, unpredictable, loose cannon."
Shirley knew him from the beginning, I know they werent fond if him. He was bold and brash at times and of course the "girls" didnt like it.
I personally loved it. Coming out of a marriage that was as exciting as watching paint dry, well Andy made my belly hurt from laughing.
Not to mention he was the fist man that made me feel beautiful.
He would lead me anywhere and I would go. I still hang onto his hand sometimes and just want to close my eyes. Just wait to see where we end up.
Went to a concert had shitty seats. He took my hand, I moaned "we are going to get into trouble!"
We ended up in the third row, with James Taylor staring me staight in the eye singing sweet baby James.
Jumped off a catamaran in the Keys, told me he would catch me at the bottom-I did, and
he did.
We laugh at stupid stuff.
He argues his points like no other.
He is stubborn, labile and passionate.
Most of all, I can look at him and see our little boy.
A little boy that is nothing at all as I expected.
I imagined our son with dark hair and eyes, dimples and a quiet disposition.
He is a Jones baby in appearance, he is Andy's son by character.
Anyway- The more time we spend together the more I am reminded that TODAY I Love my husband.
I look in his gold honey eyes and lose what is being said.
I have never thought of being with another man since we married.
Now I am not psychotic (totally) I remember last week and wanting to run away from everything and everyone.
That doesnt change the fact that He is my Love.
He writes me dirty text messages, talks about life together ten years from now without a single doubt.
He is an attentive father and adores my family.
I am lucky.
truly, truly know what it means to have someone Love me.
I will surely be ready to leave again sometime soon.
He is my Home, and no matter where our house may be, I will forever make my home wherever he is.
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