I have never much wanted to be on a kiss cam. But, tonight, sitting at a baseball game for my first – I say that with hopes of more in the future, of course – date with the man who makes my heart grow more than I knew possible at someone else’s hands*, I wanted to be in that kiss cam (with him, of course. I mean, duh. Haha).
And so, it begins officially, this life with him.
God, may you ever be with us and work within and through us to share your love in the world. Help us to desire and to fulfill your will. Your will be done. Amen.
*The man who asked me, after seeing my awesome tennis shoes with my casual daytime outfit today, if I was going to be his wife. 😛
I can barely stay awake. The person next to me keeps popping in and out of consciousness, attempting to complete a Duolingo lesson while battling against the body’s clear desire to sleep and snore. We are not exactly full of energy the way people claim we ‘young kids” should be. We’re old folks here. And I love it, really.
Started menstruating early while on a middle-of-semi-nowhere resort. Didn’t have quite enough tampons to make it through the rest of the weekend. Must purchase from the store on property, because we’re in the middle of a nature preserve and can’t get to anywhere reliable easily or cheaply. Glance at magnets, because he likes to collect magnets from his travels, but determine that none were interesting in the first place and he didn’t much care to have one for this particular trip, anyway. Buy two eight-pack boxes of regular Tampax Pearl and a box of ten Mexican brand supers. Cost is $25. $25 for 26 tampons. He asks, “Is that typical?” ‘Five or so dollars would be,’ I tell him. He comments that well, everything is expensive just because of where we are, and we have to get these, so, oh, well. He doesn’t say it meanly or annoyedly, but simply acknowledging what’s so.
We finish paying, I grab my boxes, and we begin to walk away. The worker/cashier calls out to us. He turns away to grab something, says, “Here,” and hands us two shot glasses that are actually kind of cool looking. We chuckle and thank him, and everyone is smiling genuinely, and the two of us feel so delighted at how just being ourselves while buying tampons turned out to be so fun. We don’t even have shots, but we certainly will find some small serving of some beverage or beverages to enjoy with these little glasses.
And then my mom asked, of course, upon hearing the bulk of the story and seeing the photo, if they were tampon holders. (For those who don’t know my mom, it was a definite joke on her part, and we all laughed really well at it.) It was great.
Have you ever been with someone who makes the discovery that an alcohol-filled lifestyle is not necessary? That the previous lifestyle was mainly a habit, and not what one truly wanted? I think that, when coupled with an intention to live authentically going forward, with less (if not no) alcohol than previously had been common, could be one of the coolest moments/times to witness… someone standing up for one’s own self and life, and stepping freely away from societal standards for unhealthy coping and avoidance of life and it many difficulties.
Arrived in Mexico for the wedding. Resort is decent, though not my style (by a long shot). Food is okay, but not great by any means so far. Company is stellar, though the crocodiles all over the nature reserve in which the resort is located kind of freak me out a bit…
God, guide us through this weekend powerfully through and with your love and your will – your will be done. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Well, not really any actual packing happened for me today, but that’s okay. I still accomplished much. Passport was found from a temporary panic-filled loss, dresses and other odd bits were folded up and prepped, I gathered most of the toiletries, and I made a list of what all I need to do in the morning, after the gym and before leaving on the trip.
Dear God, please, bless this trip for us that we may serve you and fulfill your will through your love in our lives and relationship. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Tonight, we attended Gounod’s Romeo and Juliet at the opera. Yes, it was lovely. Yes, it was a touch different from Shakespeare’s pay. But, golly, if that story made for opera! Talk about drama, irrationality, and dying for love… that story has it all, and then some (plenty!).