……….Meandering………….

We take the week off around our anniversary these days. We don’t do much with it, maybe a daytrip or two. The one year we were going to go down to Chicago, I blew out my knee, the dog died, and my parents’ house flooded so they had to come live with us. Not gonna lie, that felt like a hard no from the universe. 😂 I liked our week this year, though. It was peaceful and quiet and easy. He wasn’t distant, so there weren’t eggshells. When he’s with me, or maybe it’s more correct to say when he’s open to me, I am wholly content. 😌 He took me to the flower shop for a bouquet, but I decided year 26 was going to be the Tree Anniversary, so we came home with Jose, so named because for some reason or other, he reminded J of the jalapeno on a stick from that ventriloquist comic. The lady at the shop and I thought he had serious Lorax vibes. My daughter just thinks he looks like he’s been electrocuted. 🙄😂 It’s been over a week now and he’s still alive so I’m tickled pink. J laughs because I move him to the corner to sit by me in the evenings. If he doesn’t make it, it won’t be for lack of love anyway. If he does, year 27 might be the year of whatever that other houseplant was I had in my hand before I saw the Seussy tree.

In this great big scary and disconcerting world, I’m enjoying my cozy little spot here with its gentle thrills and peaceful softness. 💕