Actually I had three this weekend. I was quite busy, and loving every minute of it!
Friday night Fletch and I went to see The Avengers. He has been waiting a few months to see it. Popcorn and candy for the boy. I spent a good quarter of the movie watching him watch the movie. I still can't believe how big he is getting, my little boy is no longer little. It's shocking and sad and sweet and amazing all at once.
(showing off his ring, the one he bought with his own money. the one that matches his dad's)
Saturday night Jim and I went out on a whim. He called and asked if I would like to go get a tattoo with him, something to commemorate 13 years of marriage. I was in right away. I thought maybe something small with the date. He was too. An apple with 9-10-99 underneith. Yes, that's right, an apple, not a heart. We've each got one of those, I have a heart with his name in a banner on my low back. He's got a heart with my name in a banner between his shoulder blades. The apple is silly and significant all at once.
On our first date I picked the movie, in the early days he always let me pick the movie. I usually picked the worst, not on purpose mind you. Just bad taste I guess. So, the movie we saw that night was In Dreams, a terrible movie with Annete Bening and Robert Downey Jr. Him a serial killer, her the would-be victim connected to his mind. Much of it is set in the apple orchard.
Creepy? Maybe. Silly? For sure. Here's the think though: I got it right away when Jim suggested the apple. That is just how we are. We get eachother. That apple represents way more than our love, our years together, way more than our sense of humor or our first date. That apple represents what it is about us that works so well, why we have made it through all these years, all the crap the MS has brought to our lives, all the overwhelming stress.
That apple, it represents how we are so much the same and so very different all at once. How we laugh at the same things, want the same things, how we so easily live the same life. It also represents how we accept eachother, our differences, our separateness. How I can't stand most of the punk rock he listens to, but the light in his eyes when he is listening to it or talking about it, that light brings me joy. How he can walk into a room I have utterly destroyed with paints or scraps of fabric and walk right back out whistling cause he has learned to love and appreciate my need to create.
That apple? It really is perfect, just right.
Then, today, I had a date with Maggy. Just the two of us, we went to the Children's Museum. She had many questions on the car ride there. Wanting to know how long we would stay, what she could do, where she could paly. I told her is was her day, I would just follow her. And I did. She had a blast. She loves the grocery store and pizza parlor. My favorite part was watching her on the stage, dancing and singing. She is a performer, at heart and in her soul. Man I love that little girl.
Tonight I feel so grateful, so satiated. It was the a great weekend, perfect in every way.