All tagged love and marriage
Currently: Sex And The City is on. Paris part 1 and 2. If you know you know. I know. I know all the episodes. Sex And The City for me, in my 20’s, was religion. It was like we went steady or something. We were always together. Laughing and crying together and deliberating over men, shoes, and how we can maintain our level of commitment to our vital social life with our girlfriends. I know all the dialogue. And I watch all the re-runs. Case in point tonight. And the episode as you may know, is about Carrie deciding to leave New York City behind, and begin a new life with a man she loves. I did this too. And here’s what we both learned.
We look so young here. And hungry. For life and each other. You can see it in our faces. There is an innocence to our love, to our souls and to what marriage felt like 3 hours in. Sexy, like the velvety roses he would buy me for Valentines. And don’t worry, he still occasionally buys me flowers, but let’s just set the record straight. Love and marriage is not Valentines Day. And here’s why.
It’s almost Christmas and it’s nutsville. Every one is scrambling. Life is chaotic. And in about 3 weeks, we’ll all be cozy in our jammies eating cookies for breakfast. But in the midst of the crazy, I had a thought. After a conversation with a young one about marriage, I thought I’d set the record straight. For her. For me. For everyone. Because it’s Christmas. And I like to be honest. I’m crazy about my husband. I’m just putting it out there. There are moments I think he is an absolute shit head yes. But overall, I’m crazy about him. Like, crazy in love for that guy. 100 percent.
