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This week is my vacation and it looks like it's going to be one of those you need a vacation to recover from. Sunday we went to the Saturday Markets, Monday we got ready for Tuesday, Tuesday we left before I normally roll out of bed and spent the night in my sister's RV at the coast (a three hour drive) and Wednesday we came back in time to for my daughter's afternoon class and I tried my hardest not to fall asleep before bedtime as not to screw up my schedule, but I really shouldn't have bothered. I forgot to turn my alarm off so it woke me up at 5:30. This afternoon we went to Powell's and the rose garden (and drove home in time to get caught in rush hour traffic). It's now 8pm and we are all too tired to make dinner and get ready for tomorrow when we take the family and our boys' girlfriends to the gorge. Saturday is my niece's birthday party and Sunday I might work again. I need a day just to sleep.
I do really mean to catch up and comment on everything, but I won't see a computer again for two days.
This week marks my 21st wedding anniversary. I kiss my husband in public. Yes, I do. My sister and her husband have been married nineteen years and I thought I knew them well enough. I'm sure they used to hold hands pre-kids and -illness (now he has to lean on her to walk). If I'm walking beside my husband, we rearrange the stuff in our hands so we can hold hands or put arms around each other's waists Or rather my arm on his waist with my fingers in his belt loop and his hand on my back). If I stop pushing the cart while we decide where to go next, he steps up behind me and I lean against him. We don't think or plan we just do. We stood on a sandy beach as we waited for the kids to come back from the water and I stepped up to him and we kissed. In public (just family, we were otherwise alone at the beach). Not tongue kisses. Not eat each other's faces kisses. Several pecks in a row and then he moved down to my neck under my ear. Yes, I enjoy it. Yes, I'm happy that after twenty years the way we waste spare time is with each other.
My brother-in-law didn't glance away or draw attention to something else or ignore us. He mentioned it. Then he wrote PDA in the sand. Come on. I kiss my husband. I enjoy it. And I'm not ashamed at all.
Later, we also kissed while the sun set behind the far off cloud bank and the kids again played in the water. Then the next day as we were all cooling off from a discussion of marriage equally that everyone but my sister had shaken with intensity at some point during (us for, them against) he mentioned that people who commit PDA should be arrested. I grinned, raised my hand and shook it like the teacher's pet with the right answer, and said that I'd be in jail. He agreed.
I can't see what he has against it. Except that he has a sixteen year old daughter. But then I had one four years ago and didn't stop making out in front of my kids. I hope I never do.
I do really mean to catch up and comment on everything, but I won't see a computer again for two days.
This week marks my 21st wedding anniversary. I kiss my husband in public. Yes, I do. My sister and her husband have been married nineteen years and I thought I knew them well enough. I'm sure they used to hold hands pre-kids and -illness (now he has to lean on her to walk). If I'm walking beside my husband, we rearrange the stuff in our hands so we can hold hands or put arms around each other's waists Or rather my arm on his waist with my fingers in his belt loop and his hand on my back). If I stop pushing the cart while we decide where to go next, he steps up behind me and I lean against him. We don't think or plan we just do. We stood on a sandy beach as we waited for the kids to come back from the water and I stepped up to him and we kissed. In public (just family, we were otherwise alone at the beach). Not tongue kisses. Not eat each other's faces kisses. Several pecks in a row and then he moved down to my neck under my ear. Yes, I enjoy it. Yes, I'm happy that after twenty years the way we waste spare time is with each other.
My brother-in-law didn't glance away or draw attention to something else or ignore us. He mentioned it. Then he wrote PDA in the sand. Come on. I kiss my husband. I enjoy it. And I'm not ashamed at all.
Later, we also kissed while the sun set behind the far off cloud bank and the kids again played in the water. Then the next day as we were all cooling off from a discussion of marriage equally that everyone but my sister had shaken with intensity at some point during (us for, them against) he mentioned that people who commit PDA should be arrested. I grinned, raised my hand and shook it like the teacher's pet with the right answer, and said that I'd be in jail. He agreed.
I can't see what he has against it. Except that he has a sixteen year old daughter. But then I had one four years ago and didn't stop making out in front of my kids. I hope I never do.
