For Father’s Day I gave my hubby tickets to a comedy club. Well, we just saw the act and had a great time. Even though he’s under the weather a bit with a cold we headed out to a club nearby and had a lot of laughs. I don’t know what was more fun – the chat on the way there, the chat waiting for food, laughing at the comedian, or the talk on the way home. Altogether a fun evening.
I’m grateful for the means to be able to head off to a comedy club, pay the $1000 dollar repair bill on a car, and dream about a new deck. We are so blessed that we are able to take care of the things we have AND have a little fun too.
I’m grateful for the time we had with our boat Mariah (said with a long I sound – as in ” they call the wind Mariah”). Even more grateful that she’s going to go to someone who can restore her to good health and have fun sailing on her. Lots of good times on that boat. Someday I’ll have to write down all I can remember of the “wreck of the Mariah” story which is so much more than the actual wreak of Mariah. Wish I’d written it down 25 years ago when it happened.
I saw this post on Facebook “Find someone who will: never get tired of kissing you everyday. Hugs you when you’re jealous. Understandingly keep silent when you are mad. Squeeze your hand when you’re not in the mood. Plan and imagine the future with you in it and when you find that someone… Never let go.” I’m so grateful to have a hubby who does all those things – maybe not all the time, but so much of the time. After all, who can always be understandingly silent when I’m mad? But I can be mad, because I know it doesn’t jeopardize there being kisses and hugs and a squeeze of the hand. Especially when I’m scared. I can count on him to be there.