Our relationship

I could eat a salad made only of croutons.

A Few of My Favorite Things

Freshly emptied garbage cans.  What is it about that feeling of a new shiny white bag in the kitchen garbage?  It smells of plastic and cleanliness.  I could almost wedge my much-too-large body in that tiny can, and just sit in it all day, basking in the glory of removed banana peels and dirty napkins.  It's just so hard to find the time to take out the trash.  A million excuses jump into my brain and demand my attention away from the overflowing bomb in the pantry.  Living in Seattle, home of the land and free of the brave, the environmentalistations insist on recycling everything from Fruit Loop boxes to floss.  You wouldn't beLIEVE how fast the recyclables pile up.  And yet, I still find ways of storing more and more, thus further delaying a trip to the garbage cans outside.  If it wasn't for Spencer, who knows what state our home would be in.  Surely not Washington State.

6:30 pm

Nothing beats that feeling.  The feeling of when your husband climbs into the car at the bus stop around 6:30pm every day.  It's like..coming home.  I feel oxytocin flush into my brain, and relaxation and comfort and trust and haziness all settle over me like a blanket of freshly fallen snow.  He kisses me and we smile and sigh and close our eyes, and no words need to be said; it just feels so good to be reunited.  The day has been so long up until 6:30pm.

When my husband looks in my eyes, I am his and he is my world.  I can't even stay mad at him for anything because I am defenseless against that look he gives me...a mixture of playfulness, of knowing me inside and out, of pure contentment and familiarity and sweetness.  The way he looks at me, I've never seen him look that way at anything or anyone else.  It exclusively belongs to me.  When he is beholding me, I feel that I am all he sees.  He is the most attractive when he's looking at me because his face and eyes are filled with the highest, noblest form of love; romantic love.  Marital love.  So superior to all other loves because it encompasses them all in one; love shared between friends, companions, siblings, parent-child, teacher-student, protector-protectee; each contains common elements found within the bounds of romantic love, but none are quite so powerful and determined, so beautiful and eternal as this one.  And I know the way I look at him is a way I've never looked at anyone else before.

I feel as though I've been married to him for years and years..our connection is so much deeper than an 18-month+ acquaintance should allow.  Surely, there has not been another love as great and as sweet as this one in all the world.

December 20, 2012

Ladies and gentleman, I am Mckenna.  This is Spencer.

I give you...our happily ever after.

This is where our life begins.