Spending time with my hubby has become the highlight of my day. Somehow, no matter how crazy my work day was, when I am back home with him each evening, my world suddenly becomes balanced again. It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are together we have a good time. Since this is still a luxury for me, I study other couples interactions while we are out and about. I see far too many couples who have not said two word to each other because their eyes are glued their cell phones, no doubt making a status update or tweeting about where they are at the moment. I want to tell them, "You aren't going to get this time back. Get off your phone, look into his/her eyes and TALK to your significant other!"
Sunday mornings are always the same if we are in town; breakfast at our favorite place, sitting in our favorite waiter's section eating our respective favorite dishes. Our waiter, Manuel, is a mid-fifties, ex-fighter from El Salvador. He is never without a smile and readily admits that he loves his tequila. Manuel entertains us with stories about his country, not much of it good by the way, and his many adventures as he made his way through Central America to finally end up here. Somewhere along the way, he accidently discovered he had a high tolerance for spicy (read hot)foods. As a result, he has conquered the Wicked Burger at The Westside Alehouse. Yes, the same one that my sweet hubby tried and conquered as well. He was the one who first told us about it.
It is no secret that we love smooth jazz. We have become frequent patrons at One World Theatre and happily reserve premium seats for our favorite performers. For those of you in our hometown, it is a delicious little venue with the same type of vibe that Caravan Of Dreams provided back in the day. The jazz cruise is another of our favorite luxuries. Spending a week aboard ship with some of jazz most brilliant performers is priceless not to mention the 24/7 music.
On bad days and yes, they do occur, I cannot help but wonder if my Sweetpea somehow knew that his mommy and daddy would be okay. I know that he does not think of us now and for that, I am glad. I hate the days when I am held prisoner by my brain. The memories are one thing but the what ifs, I cannot handle. I have to find ways to redirect my thoughts. Thankfully, I can count on my ever present hubby to interject some of his brilliant insight or sometimes just a little off color humor to interrupt my self inflicted pain. He knows when to help and when to leave me be. He and I have both made promises to each other that we will not allow our grief to control our life. So for those of you who are wondering, we both still ache deeply for our precious child. However, we have chosen to live in the moment, not in the past by taking a "Put one foot in front of the other" type of attitude if you will. Tomorrow is always a new day and another chance to make a memory together.
