It's super hokey, I know, but anytime I hear a song remotely "romantic" I melt a little. And I always think of J.
I tend to roll my eyes at romantic movies and books. Even the songs, to be honest. I pish posh lovey dovey things and believe most of it is always over the top.
I think people are too sappy.
Unless it's my own life.
Then I'm still caught up in the whirlwind of crazy love.
It's funny, because I was always stone-hearted and against love. And then there was J.
And our whole relationship has been a series of love songs.
For real.
We sing.
All. The. Time.
To each other. To our kids.
It's ridiculous.
Neither one of us has a musically inclined bone in our body.
And yet "Honey, Honey," will come on and there I am belting it out or he joins in with "I Want You to Want Me."
And of course, during these moments I'm always wondering how I ended up here. With him. Because it's fairy tale perfect and I know fairy tales aren't real.
Everyone told us the "honeymoon" phase would pass quickly. The passion would die out. We'd conform into a monotonous, tiresome routine. If it didn't happen on it's own, it'd definitely happen after we had children.
And yet somehow it hasn't.
Somehow my heart still races when he brushes my arm. I get butterflies when we kiss. We always kiss before we leave. We kiss before bedtime. We're still passionate and dedicated and have conversations until the wee morning like we did pre-marriage. We cuddle and hold hands and are always on the look out for fun and/or "weird" things to do like Home Shows and whiskey tasting and everything in between.
It's crazy and strange and beautiful how much you can love another human being (that isn't your offspring).
It gives my cynical child-self a lot of hope in the human race.
Love still exists during this dreary age of gold diggers and users. Of over-sexualization, and completely disorientated views that love and lust are interchangeable.
Mayhap some would say I'm just too young. Too naive. I've not been married long enough.
Maybe it's true.
But I don't believe that for a solitary second.
When you know, you just know.
I said J was the only guy I could ever marry long before we had any romantic relationship going on. Something in my bones, my heart, just told me. It was him.
And it was.
It is.
No matter what gets thrown at us. No matter how many years roll by or how many children we have.
He'll always be the one that makes me feel as helpless as a school girl, as strong as an Amazonian, and as loved as a Goddess.
And every time I hear a love song, a sappy song, I think of him. And us. And our beautiful family.
It's a daily reminder of how freaking unbelievably gorgeous this world is and the awesomeness that two people in love can create and be.
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey
I'd heard about you before
I wanted to know some more
And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine
Oh, you make me dizzy
Honey honey, let me feel it, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, don't conceal it, ah-hah, honey honey
The way that you kiss goodnight
(The way that you kiss me goodnight)
The way that you hold me tight
(The way that you're holding me tight)
I feel like I wanna sing when you do your thing
I don't wanna hurt you, baby, I don't wanna see you cry
So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high
But I'm gonna stick to you, boy, you'll never get rid of me
There's no other place in this world where I rather would be
Honey honey, touch me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, hold me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey
You look like a movie star
(You look like a movie star)
But I know just who you are
(I know just who you are)
And, honey, to say the least, you're a dog-gone beast
So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high
There's no other place in this world where I rather would be
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey
I heard about you before
I wanted to know some more
And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine
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