Forgetting about the World: Just You + Me

I once wondered what it would be like to just lay here with you and forget about the world. Well, now I know. It's not "romantic" nor is it "sweet", but it is comforting to know that I have a partner while on this journey home. I suppose it really isn't all that lonely even when it does feel like it sometimes. These are the good times, I know, and some day I'm going to really miss it. One day I'll say to you, "Remember when..." and we'll reminisce simply because we can. We go on making memories so that we could have roses in December and we go on making memories just so we can look back and say "Dang, we really lived!" One day we're going to look back and say, "We should've had kids then. Perhaps, the fair would've been more entertaining!" Regardless, it is the Lord's timing and for that, we will rejoice even when we're quickly slipping into our 80's. teehehe =] Speaking of the fair, Jamy and I both agreed that we won't go back until we have a child and that child is old enough to enjoy the colorful games and rides. We were pretty bored at the fair last week, but we did enjoyed the company of our friends' kids enjoying themselves.

If I've learned anything recently, it is that I've gotten marriage all wrong. I've gotten love all wrong. It's funny because just when I think I got it, the good Lord shows me otherwise. It is constant obedience, even when I don't want to and I am reminded of the Hmong hymn "Ntseeg hab Noog Lug" (translation: Believe and obey). There's always something to learn at every level of life that you're in. When I graduated from college, I sighed with relief and all the while thinking "Thank goodness! No more learning!" Little did I know, the learning has just begun! If I must choose a theme for my current situation at the moment then it is "Ntseeg hab Noog Lug". Oh, life, why are you so rough to us sometimes?

On other news, our pitbull "Hooch" had her third set of puppies a couple weeks ago. Well, no one made it although we did experience a little miracle. I was going to call her "Mai-Mai" because she was beautiful. She came out dead and Jamy rubbed her back to life. She was a trooper! She fought all day long and finally gave up came midnight. My husband was sad and I almost cried because I've never seen anything fought so hard just to live. I felt guilty when Mai-Mai died because I sometimes don't appreciate life enough, but to see Mai-Mai lose was heartbreaking. On a happier note, we finally sold that old clunker. Jamy was sad because it held sentimental values. I guess I should empathize with him, but I just find it so hard to genuinely feel his pain when I'm secretly jumping for joy that they dragged that thing away! Excuse me for lack of empathy. I truly believe selling that car was the best thing we've done all week long! In any case, my husband now has a bit more budget to finally fix up his dusty hatchback that's been stored away for what seemed like ages. I know he's in great spirit, and I'm happy because he's happy.