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"Live to the point of tears."— Albert Camus
"May you live every day of your life."— Jonathan Swift
"The biggest adventure you can ever take is to live the life of your dreams."
— Oprah Winfrey
"...Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but...life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves."
— Gabriel García Márquez
"It is not the length of life, but the depth."— Ralph Waldo Emerson
"One always has a better book in one's mind than one can manage to get onto paper."
— Michael Cunningham (The Hours)
This last quote has nothing to do with the others. . .really. . . but it is just so true that I couldn't resist! But then it rally does have to do with the other quotes as it is all about believing and then doing afterall. |
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Time to write a Romance newsletter and it is, as of today (being Sunday) five days until I get married. Great timing. I should be in a romantic haze and floating on endorphins. Ah, but I'm not. Yesterday I sludged through a snowstorm going to store after store after store after store, ekking my way through unplowed parking lots, seventeen degree temperatures with a wind chill of minus something or other and very wet feet all to try on clothes that didn't scream at me and looked (if truth be told) horrible on me. Pulling together a wedding in two weeks is an exercise in frustration, a depressing realization that I should have stuck to my diet (three-way mirrors were invented by a malicious, mean-spirited megalomaniac!), and. . .proof that my other half IS the right man as he is putting up with me with an extreme amount of patience and love.
Then, upon returning home, empty-handed and thoroughly depressed, there's no room in the driveway and a basement full of people having a great time relaxing after having turned it from a haphazard storage disaster into something that actually resembles a place where one can try to put on an annual Christmas party morphed into reception.
MY reaction? Not appreciative, nor sweet, nor happy. *sigh* Tears, coffee, a back scratch apologies, and some calming down later, we try to figure out how to fit three long tables and accompanying chairs, two couches, a DJ and other stuff into said room and still have room to dance. See, I want, desire, crave (?) at least a 'feel' of a 'real' reception as I've never had one and I never will go through all this again.
This morning, relaxed, refreshed, and optimistic the basement still isn't big enough, I still have nothing to wear, but my other half laughed when he read this and life is good.
A bit of back story now. Twenty-some years ago, he and I met when he asked me to dance at a local bar. The singer at the bar was a country singer named Tracey Lynne and the song was 'If You Would Love Me Now.' We were both mid divorce and needing the zing of feeling wanted. By the end of the song I was head over heels in love and things progressed from there. We both ended up playing roadies for the band throughout a summer of endless county fairs. We got engaged. Reality set in what with five kids between us, neither house big enough for everyone, divorce-shocked young children who were happy in their assorted schools and myriads of details surrounding visitations and grumpy exes. We eventually woke up and went our separate ways, although parting as best of friends.
We stayed in sporadic touch over the years, exchanging kid and life news, but were just friends who kept in touch. I left Michigan, lived in several countries and more states. About five years ago, at loose ends and kidless, I decided to return to Michigan to be closer to my grandchildren. As soon as mutual friends knew I was back, all I heard was the question if I had contacted him. No, at that point I hadn't.
Turns out he was getting the same question. So eventually, after I was settled and working, I called him. At this point we hadn't talked in maybe seven years or so. It was as if we had talked the previous week. After about three hours of talking, I invited him for coffee; he suggested my coming over instead. The rest, as they say, was history.
So back to no dress, no room and forty people. Back to the plethora of details that take six months to accomplish being crushed into a week. Back to finding the happy medium between what I want and what we can do. Back to...wait. I want the romance novel solution. Miraculously the perfect dress appears. No spazz. The flowers are in season. The room expands to just the right size. The weather is perfect. The long lost other shows up. The wedding is doomed. Stop. Stop!!! I'll keep my own angst, thank you very much!
One detail is totally nailed down... we are calling Tracey (who is half a country away and can't make it here) the evening of the reception. We are putting her on speaker phone. And she is going to sing us our song so we can dance to it. Romantic? Oh yes! |
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Some feedback and reactions to my last newsletter on love...
Kayla Sullivan  responded:What a good point. There is a lot of love in the world. I feel grateful for every unwilling victim of my heartfelt devotion. (That means you, you know)
lol Thank you. . .I think *grin*
Bluesman  wrote:This was a super edition to the word "love." I too am around a person who just "loves" everything. My wife, God bless her, when eating dinner will say, "Oh this is the best steak. Don't you just love it?" Or we will be shopping and she'll see something nice, "Look at this dining room set, don't you just love it?" She loves this, and loves that and just loves everYTHING FOR PETE SAKE! Sorry, I got a bit carried away. The point is... I get so, so tired of her use of the word, that I wonder how much she means it when she says she loves me. After thirty-nine years I think I know the answer to that, but the word is over used. We shouldn't "love" things, we should "Love" life and most of all friends and spouses.
true. Very true!
fleckgirl thinks:Fyn~I always look forward to your tales from the convenience store and you make such an important point when we think about how often we use the word love in our daily conversation (sometimes almost to the point of minimizing its true intent) and how different it is to "just love" or "gotta love" something compared to the raw emotion of being in love, and that deep-growing feeling that has the ability to join 2 hearts which eventually feel like 1. Great NL - I enjoyed it quite a lot! As a matter of fact - I LOVED it! *Wink*
And I'm 'loving' all the great feedback! *grin*
francie says: You make an excellent point. I know people who conclude every phone conversation with
"luv 'ya". I find no value or sentiment in those casual words. If I want to tell someone I love them, I say "I love you."
Your words on the use of love in every day language, gave me pause to think. So many times, I fight for new words, other than "I loved your story."
Insightful newsletter, thanks
Thank you!
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Romance/Love: December 10, 2008 Issue [#2760]
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