Just writing

Usually when I start writing a post there's an idea that leads somewhere. Today there's no idea. I guess I just feel like putting words to paper. Which could be rather dangerous as often my mind opens to private corners better left stuck within or forced on dear husband.

Busy listening to R&B from the 2000s. Irrelevant pieces of information always set the tone. Confession number 1) I'm a closeted Usher fan - my ma will probably roll her eye here as she finds the dude to be a little more on the silly side of life. And yes the ego can be a major turn off but the music is sweet as heck! On the same point I'm also a HUGE Dolly Parton fan. I grew up on her music and I've never been able to shake it off. Confession number 2) Nonsense tv is my best friend especially when I need to turn off my overactive mind. Now what's nonsense tv you ask? Anything husband finds completely useless/brain dead entertainment - and you'll be on his side once I reveal my secret tv obsessions. *cough cough* I've been known to enjoy a few episodes of The Braxton Family Values. I love me some Tamar! Her and the in your face "that's the truth.com" chirps. She's vulnerable, crazy, funny and makes me burst with laughter. I even fast forward the other sisters just to get to the Tamarisms. Alright the Braxton's are still decent so the embarrassment of the next obsession leads me to hide under the table with shame...yes, it's Keeping Up With the Kardashians. I just can't peel my eyes from the screen when they're on. It's a weird interest, kinda like facebook stalking or reading a cheesy romantic novel because it appeals to your adolescence senseless behaviour. I will say no more on this matter. Moving on to Confession 3) some evenings, often inspired by a challenging day, I give husband space to catch up on football/soccer/basketball (depending on the sporting season) and while he does his thing, I grab earphones and dance in front of the mirror (aka the reflection created by the sliding doors). The music of choice is anything from old school Jenny from the block, Beyonce pre 2013, Jamiroquai to David Guetta. All while printing my coupons:) During this 45mins dance session husband will warn me more than once that some weirdo is probably watching in the apartments across. Or that the people below us are probably "super annoyed". That's his way of asking me to tone it down. And I do, 45mins later. Alright, now for the show stopper, confession number 4) - first let me say, if you've made it to this point then you're either a family member, my good friend or a future friend because seriously this post is as senseless as my reality tv activities - About that final confession, I'm buying time here as I can't think of one...Ah yes, here's one: I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm in love with love and after getting married that obsession only increased. Love is a scary and exhilarating thing. Being completely vulnerable with your heart and removing pride and opening yourself up to be loved! That's the stuff the makes the world go around. That's how we grow, by loving and being loved. Love love love. And maybe the above confessions really link to that word. I enjoy watching Tamar because she's open about her love for her husband. You know sometimes when folks get married they forget how to love one another. The day to day grind has the ability to blind you from the things that gave you butterflies. Those moments that liven our souls are masked with what needs to be done. And because you spend so much time together it's easy to take one another for granted. It's good to step back and remind yourself of what a good man/woman you've got. I need to do that more often because goodness knows I've got it real good. So good that this morning I woke up with the table set and ready for baby boy and I to have our breakfast. Husband leaves early for work but he made time to write a sweet note and perform a gesture that let's me know that he's thinking of me. And every day, without fail, he answers my calls with an attitude that let's me know that I'm number one. That always puts a smile on my face. The best has got to be his willingness to help with whatever I need, whenever I need it. And such selflessness is a pure talent. One that I'm still working on improving. These aren't grand gestures of love which makes them ever more special as they outlast roses, chocolates and any other movie-like ways of expressing tender feelings.

Yes, dear husband is a darn good man. I guess I should tell him that and not leave it to collect dust on this space.

So this was all about love. Huh. Who knew.