Feels like home
Be warned, this is going to be a warm and fuzzy one. In direct opposition to Friday's brief post of frustration.
I know that it's a common assumption that the excitement goes out of life as soon as a couple enters the institution of marriage. I'm here to testify that the word "exciting" takes on entire new shades of meaning. Vacations? Exciting. Night clubs, dancing? Sure. Going 107 miles an hour on a motorcycle on an OFF RAMP? You betcha.
How about a Saturday night on the couch watching movies we've already seen? Probably not the first thing that comes to mind, and the horrifying bane of hard-core bachelors everywhere.
It's exciting to me, though. When I walk past Calvin as he is sitting on the couch, and he grabs my hand and pulls me down to sit on his lap. When I rest my head against his chest, and he pulls out my ponytail and massages my scalp. When I say, "I could fall asleep like this," and he runs gentle fingertips over my face and says, "Go ahead."
When I move to get up, and he grips a little tighter before letting go. When I come back to the couch with a couple of beers, hand one to him, and get pulled in for a quick kiss. When I settle on the other side of the couch, and he scooches over to be in contact - shoulder, hip, thigh.
When he looks at me, grins, and says, "Another exciting Saturday night." And I reply, "Yes, it is."
I know that it's a common assumption that the excitement goes out of life as soon as a couple enters the institution of marriage. I'm here to testify that the word "exciting" takes on entire new shades of meaning. Vacations? Exciting. Night clubs, dancing? Sure. Going 107 miles an hour on a motorcycle on an OFF RAMP? You betcha.
How about a Saturday night on the couch watching movies we've already seen? Probably not the first thing that comes to mind, and the horrifying bane of hard-core bachelors everywhere.
It's exciting to me, though. When I walk past Calvin as he is sitting on the couch, and he grabs my hand and pulls me down to sit on his lap. When I rest my head against his chest, and he pulls out my ponytail and massages my scalp. When I say, "I could fall asleep like this," and he runs gentle fingertips over my face and says, "Go ahead."
When I move to get up, and he grips a little tighter before letting go. When I come back to the couch with a couple of beers, hand one to him, and get pulled in for a quick kiss. When I settle on the other side of the couch, and he scooches over to be in contact - shoulder, hip, thigh.
When he looks at me, grins, and says, "Another exciting Saturday night." And I reply, "Yes, it is."
Oh, yes, those are such wonderful evenings, aren't they?
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1:36 PM
Sorry, I meant to sign that. This is fishdreamer.
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Anonymous |
1:36 PM
Sounds good to me :)
~Amanda
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2:59 PM