What is love? (Come on I know all of you started singing it... What is love... baby don't hurt me... at all!). With Valentine's Day approaching I thought this would be an appropriate time to post again(of course it is going to be mushy!). I keep telling myself I need to post more, but I don't, I am terrible at it. So I hope you forgive me and enjoy!
The past couple of months time has just flown by and there are times that I wish I could slow it down just for a minute so that I can catch up. I feel like I have been running a marathon with all that I have been doing. With me being in school again, and the husband being totally engulfed by school and work, there has hardly been time for us to do anything. If you have read my other posts, you know I say this a lot, but being married to an engineer student is hard. Everyday I have to compete with text books, coding processes, MatLab, and extremely boring videos on how to solve problems. There are still times that I am bitter but I love seeing how my husband gets so involved with something he is so compassionate about.
Recently our downstairs neighbors had a relationship change and one of them moved out. These are the neighbors that would fight all of the time and yell at each other, it was actually scary to listen to. I felt bad for both of them. Spencer and I have our disagreements but never once have we yelled at each other, cursed at each other, or even slammed the door on each other.
This recent change, inspired me to write... What is love? Love can be described as many different things. To me I would describe it as a compassion toward someone or something that is irresistible and impossible to live without. (Trust me I am writing this while listening to my Adele radio station). I truly love my husband. I get to see him way less than I ever have in our marriage and it is hard. We go sometimes more than 12 hours without seeing each other, and sometimes even when he is home, I don't see him until the next morning when my alarm goes off. So to me, the following describe what love is.
-Spooning all night long with my incredibly handsome husband because I have no other time to see him!
-Those early morning kisses, you know the kind before you brush your teeth...
-Having a husband who takes out the garbage every time it is full (because I hate doing it and I would rather do all of the other chores than do that).
-Not being able to fall asleep until my husband comes to bed so I can tickle his back or play with his hair (I sleep 100 times better when I fall asleep doing this, I can't explain why)
-Just getting home from the gym and being stinky and hugging my husband (without a eww you stink comment, but getting a big squeeze)
-Not wearing any make-up or fancy clothes and still get a "Oh hey there" or "Hey beautiful"
-Letting your husband drink milk out of the jug
-Saying you are going grocery shopping and just so happen to find a new shirt or craft or something for me and not even being questioned about it.
-When I go to the gym and trying to be healthy and ruin it all by eating ice cream, and still get "You still look way good, you could eat all the ice cream you want"
-When we get the look from one another, we both know it's time to go, or stop what we are doing (to all my Shiveley family members, I think Grandpa Shiveley passed on his "Let's go Paula" to my Spencer)
-When you allow several hours of Dota or PlayStation time with the guys
-When my husband longs for a 4Runner, but still drives my chick car
I could go on and on. But one thing I do know is that love Spencer and I share is real. I know that even though we are the exact opposite in almost every aspect in life from religious beliefs to careers, to politics, to clothing style, to when we should start our family, we go together like peanut butter and honey, pumpkin pie and Thanksgiving, caramel and chocolate. Even though we struggle with some things, I know that we will always be there for each other. Even though sometimes I feel like I have to stand alone and do things by myself, I know that our marriage is a love story that has the best ending. So on this Valentine's Day, think, What is love? And of course give lots of love to the ones you cherish the most! Happy Valentine's Day!
The past couple of months time has just flown by and there are times that I wish I could slow it down just for a minute so that I can catch up. I feel like I have been running a marathon with all that I have been doing. With me being in school again, and the husband being totally engulfed by school and work, there has hardly been time for us to do anything. If you have read my other posts, you know I say this a lot, but being married to an engineer student is hard. Everyday I have to compete with text books, coding processes, MatLab, and extremely boring videos on how to solve problems. There are still times that I am bitter but I love seeing how my husband gets so involved with something he is so compassionate about.
Recently our downstairs neighbors had a relationship change and one of them moved out. These are the neighbors that would fight all of the time and yell at each other, it was actually scary to listen to. I felt bad for both of them. Spencer and I have our disagreements but never once have we yelled at each other, cursed at each other, or even slammed the door on each other.
This recent change, inspired me to write... What is love? Love can be described as many different things. To me I would describe it as a compassion toward someone or something that is irresistible and impossible to live without. (Trust me I am writing this while listening to my Adele radio station). I truly love my husband. I get to see him way less than I ever have in our marriage and it is hard. We go sometimes more than 12 hours without seeing each other, and sometimes even when he is home, I don't see him until the next morning when my alarm goes off. So to me, the following describe what love is.
-Spooning all night long with my incredibly handsome husband because I have no other time to see him!
-Those early morning kisses, you know the kind before you brush your teeth...
-Having a husband who takes out the garbage every time it is full (because I hate doing it and I would rather do all of the other chores than do that).
-Not being able to fall asleep until my husband comes to bed so I can tickle his back or play with his hair (I sleep 100 times better when I fall asleep doing this, I can't explain why)
-Just getting home from the gym and being stinky and hugging my husband (without a eww you stink comment, but getting a big squeeze)
-Not wearing any make-up or fancy clothes and still get a "Oh hey there" or "Hey beautiful"
-Letting your husband drink milk out of the jug
-Saying you are going grocery shopping and just so happen to find a new shirt or craft or something for me and not even being questioned about it.
-When I go to the gym and trying to be healthy and ruin it all by eating ice cream, and still get "You still look way good, you could eat all the ice cream you want"
-When we get the look from one another, we both know it's time to go, or stop what we are doing (to all my Shiveley family members, I think Grandpa Shiveley passed on his "Let's go Paula" to my Spencer)
-When you allow several hours of Dota or PlayStation time with the guys
-When my husband longs for a 4Runner, but still drives my chick car
I could go on and on. But one thing I do know is that love Spencer and I share is real. I know that even though we are the exact opposite in almost every aspect in life from religious beliefs to careers, to politics, to clothing style, to when we should start our family, we go together like peanut butter and honey, pumpkin pie and Thanksgiving, caramel and chocolate. Even though we struggle with some things, I know that we will always be there for each other. Even though sometimes I feel like I have to stand alone and do things by myself, I know that our marriage is a love story that has the best ending. So on this Valentine's Day, think, What is love? And of course give lots of love to the ones you cherish the most! Happy Valentine's Day!
This is my love!!
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