I saw an article tonight that began "Marriage is a lot of work."
Maybe we're well matched or maybe I'm just very lucky. Work is work. Housecleaning is work. Raising children is work. My marriage makes everything easier. I love him so much. I can't think of anything 'work' about it. Not in all these almost 30 years has it ever been work. He's made me mad a couple times, but that's not work. I've made him mad much worse. I love him so much.
Did a bunch of housework yesterday. Got a sore back because of it but I just couldn't stop. The fixtures in the kitchen are so shiny. My husband replaced them for me. Everything I do, I see some other little thing I need to do. Dirt in the narrow runner of the window. Stains in the carpet that I didn't notice at first. Dried glue on the edge of the counter that I thought was egg yolk but turns out it was a sloppy repair job. Well, it's not like buying a brand new house. When we bought a brand new house it cost like $150 just to buy light bulbs for all the sockets. Here, there are light bulbs and toilet paper already. I like brand new, but I like this too.
I want to take out all the screens in the windows so we can see out better.
A guy at church gave me his phone number on a piece of gum and asked me to call him. He's kind of handsome and married and drives a Harley. I nodded and smiled but I haven't gone to church for three weeks. I wish my husband came sometimes. I must go next week. My friend texted me this morn and said, "God is looking for you." Haha! I shoulda told her he found me at Lowe's. Well, I gotta go to church next week no matter what.
This evening when I sat outside for a bit I heard an owl hoot nearby.