I spent my entire day today locked away in our guest room-cum-office creating training videos for faculty. I began to grow so sick of my own voice I thought my head would explode, but I managed to get all of them done by 6 or so and thus felt very productive.
What was far more exciting to me, however, was what was happening outside of my office. My darling husband woke up, walked the dog, cleaned our sheets (which has desperately needed to happen), made the bed, washed the dishes, made a delicious dinner of rotisserie chicken (he picked off all the breast meat and gave it to me because that's the only part of the chicken I eat), sweet corn, and mashed potatoes, and didn't ask for any help.
Plus, he walked around without his shirt on all day. Who could ask for anything more?
Side note: does anyone else like to mix chocolate and fruity flavors? Rob thinks I'm insane.
I know I gush about my husband a lot on this blog, but as he told me, "Your blog is called To Make Love Stay. I think you're allowed to write about love."
After a day of thinking far too much about work, traveling later this week, blogs, bitchy people, bitchy people on blogs, and a wedding I have coming up on Sunday, it was truly an amazing thing to just sit in the car on our way to an extra-long dog walk and let the happy just wash over me. I felt quiet and I felt happy. We passed a hotel with a sign that said Summer will end, but the memories will last a lifetime. This summer was truly an wonderful one despite the moments of anxiety and happiness-crushing depression. I got to spend so much time with my husband and enjoy these days, the best of our lives so far.
I will apologize again for these posts not coming up to snuff lately. My sister and I are off to Florida for work (yep) this week so the mediocre posts will at least be few and far between.