You know those days? The ones where you wake up to grey skies, rain rolling down your window pane, and that “I am way too cozy to get out of bed!” feeling?
That was today.
There’s nothing more I want to do on days like today than curl up on my couch with a massive blanket, a stack of romantic comedies, and my fake fireplace roaring.
Yes. That’s right. I have decorated for Christmas. I LOVE Christmas. Making it never too soon to be putting up stockings, lights, wreaths and playing “All I want for Christmas is you.”
And yes, I already put up my Christmas tree!! There is something self-actualizing about owning your own Christmas decorations and being able to decorate your house for the “holidays.” I feel very “grown-up” in a small way; don’t worry, I rarely act it. 😉
Marty thinks that my tree looks like something out of Charlie Brown’s Christmas, and I know it isn’t the most expensive tree in the world, or the most elaborately decorated, but it’s mine!! 🙂
Which reminds me of the question I’ve heard a lot over the past couple days: “Why don’t you marry Marty?”
I have to smile even as I type that because, honestly, someone would truly have to ask before you could even consider marrying them, right? Usually you’ve been dating a while first too, no?
I get it, I get it, if he were to truly ask, why wouldn’t I? Did I say I wouldn’t? Funny enough, part of our discussion about getting married involved my allergies to cats (he’d have to get rid of his), that he has used every last closet in the house he has now and so we would need to buy the Villa Maria; one of Lynchburg’s largest landmark homes.
Today he found out that The Villa is in foreclosure…
And as the rain drizzled on the windshield driving to work, I contemplated the discussions I’ve had on here over the past few days. Through the public discourse and inbox dialogue, I’ve realized something; Disney may have successfully created their own brand of “love,” and I may have bought into that for most of my life, but the older I’ve gotten the more I recognize: there is no real formula for this. There aren’t always knights in shining armor, riding white horses, rescuing the damsel in distress; and at the end of the day it is like most of you said in your comments: love is a choice.
Here’s my question, with all this discussion about prenups, what have you found to be your particular brand of love?