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November 26th, 2007

Why I Am The Luckiest Woman in the World

Last week I came down with a nasty cold that had me nearly bed-ridden with a low-grade fever and sneezing fits for days. One of these days, my sweet man came home from lunch after having stopped at a local grocery. It was some time after I heard the keys in the door that he made his way upstairs; I, lost in my Memoirs of a Geisha DVD, did not notice the lapse in time until he appeared in the doorway to our bedroom - a heavy-laden tray in his hands.

Upon this tray was a glass of ice water, a small glass of orange juice, a plain ham sandwich cut into agreeable fours, a bowl of chunky chicken noodle soup, and a can of just-opened Pringles. It could not have been a more perfect meal for me in my sickly state, or a more kind gesture by the man I love. I ate one and a half of the sandwich squares and sopped up most of my broth and tasty noodle & chicken bits on Pringles crisps...my favorite way to eat any soup. The orange juice revived me, and the cold, ice water was heaven to my parched lips and dry throat.

He sat quietly next to me on the bed, eating his own lunch and watching the movie with me. After it ended, we napped for a few moments before he had to return to work, and I slept soundly for over two hours after he gently disentangled himself from me and crept out.

Better now, and thinking back on the episode, I realize - as I often do - how absolutely blessed I am to have this man in my life. Not only do we love each other to the point of silliness and cherish every moment we have together (even though we share a home and see one another daily), we still - after over six years - go out of our way to do little things for the other. There is still much thoughtfulness, caring, giving, and sharing that goes on in this relationship - when I long thought such things would have dried up and blown away.

Had you told me five years ago that our home today would be filled with such harmony - a mixture of the pretty mews of our kitty "children" and the shared laughter of dozens of common joys and interests - I would have scoffed. We are absolutely different people with very different ideas on day-to-day living and survival; to top it off, I'm a manic-depressive, sometimes-bitter cripple, partial ADHD mess prone to panic attacks and high states of nervous anxiety. He's not always easy to live with either, but to be fair, I take the cake in the "most difficult to live with" category. Yet, still, despite these seeming insurmountable obstacles - we make it work.

It is not ever easy, and it sometimes involves lots of yelling (yelling, tears, and throwing on my part), but at the end of the day we both have in common that fact that we're absolutely mad about each other; enough so that all of the trials and tribulations we go through to make "us" work are undoubtedly worth it.

When the going is good - and it often is - it is so worth it. We laugh and love and laugh some more, we cuddle our "children", marvel over our good fortune, and thank the stars for our warm home, our wonderful friends and family, our healthy furbabies, and - most of all - for each other.

And when times get tough, and there he is - nursing me through a fever, leg pains, or a panic attack - no matter the agony I may be going through at the moment, I know that I just might be the luckiest woman in the world.

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