Today is my favorite day of the year … the day my husband was born. For his 65th birthday, I’ve made a list of my top 65 reasons why I love him so much. There are so many more reasons I could have listed, but I’ll save those for his 75th birthday. 😀
As you will see, I am VERY lucky in love. Thank you, Dana, for making my life so much more worth living. I can’t imagine a life without you in it. Without further ado:
I love how confident you are.
I love your voice, so deep and manly.
I love that you work hard for us.
I love your smile, which brightens my day.
I love your face and the twinkle in your eyes.
I love that you can fix and/or build almost anything.
I love that you’re the father of our beautiful daughter.
I love your relationship with my mother, which warms my heart.
I love how loyal you are.
I love that you are the first to jump in if someone is in trouble.
I love that you’re a great listener and that you give me your undivided attention.
I love that we are true partners and share the chores.
I love that you’re a great cook.
I love how you make friends wherever you go.
I love that you are so generous.
I love that you mean what you say and say what you mean.
I love that you’re so open I can hear your thoughts.
I love how you willingly handle the icky stuff, like taking out the compost and getting the bat out of the house.
I love that given a choice you always want to spend your time with me.
I love that when you are happy, you sing as you walk around the house.
I love how much you care about the world and what is happening in it.
I love that you’re a hippie (kind of like me).
I love that when you make a decision, you stick to it.
I love how creative you are sexually. It’s such a turn on.
I love that your secret is that you have no secrets.
I love the way you kiss my neck. Yummy!
I love how you love me each and every day.
I love that I can be my uninhibited real self with you.
I love how my hand fits in yours.
I love that you always reach for my hand when we’re out and about.
I love that you support and encourage my writing.
I love that you’re my first reader and biggest fan.
I love being swirled up in your energy.
I love how safe I feel with you.
I love that you laugh at my jokes.
I love that you GET my jokes.
I love your kisses, which still melt me in my special places.
I love how handsy you are. Not a day goes by in which I don’t feel desired.
I love that you desire me whether I’m heavier or not.
I love sleeping with you.
I love your warm hugs.
I love how you spoon me, which is the perfect way to fall asleep.
I love that you come back to bed to snuggle me in the morning.
I love how we dance together.
I love that we grow closer and closer the longer we are together.
I love the sweet and sexy texts you send me.
I love that we shower together almost every day.
I love that you hold out my towel for me when I’ve finished showering.
I love how you make me laugh and giggle.
I love that during the course of our years together you’ve been open to growing and changing.
I loved our time at the cabin.
I love how we work together.
I love how our gaits synchronize.
I love exercising with you.
I love how we snuggle together on the couch.
I love that you watch some shows with me, which aren’t really your thing.
I love all the very sweet things you say to me and I know you mean.
I love that you understand my need for alone time.
I love that even when we are apart, I can still feel you next to me.
I love that we’ll grow old together.
I love how we communicate together, verbally and non-verbally.
I love that after all these years, sex is still exciting and evolving for us.
I love that the longer we are together, the more I love you.
I love that I’m your favorite person.
I love that you are mine as well.
Thank you Dana for choosing to share your life with me!
In some ways, my husband and I fall into the traditional gender roles. If we found ourselves in a dangerous situation, he would put me behind him and protect us both. And just last week when the bat flew into our house, I screamed like a silly woman and let him handle it. In most other ways, we share the traditional gender roles between us, like shopping, cooking, cleaning, and child rearing. However, the garage is most definitely his domain and I tend to stay out of it. Continue reading →
Being human can be odd at times. Somewhere along the line, most of us decided good emotions are preferable and the bad ones should be avoided, shoved down, and/or pushed away. It’s quite understandable because pain, jealousy, anger, and hate can be very uncomfortable. The problem with closing off from the “bad” emotions is that we dull our ability to feel the good ones. Continue reading →
Our daughter has moved away to her university. We got her settled yesterday, with big help from my mother. I’ve been so excited for her, knowing that it’s the perfect school for our girl, I really had no clue how I would feel when she finally left. Mind you, she will probably be back for the summer and I know I will be way more panicked when she goes abroad to Japan for six months next year. However, I’m deeply— I honestly don’t know the right word. Sad doesn’t seem to quite fit. Maybe more it feels like a loss but I know it’s not. She and I are super close and she is only an hour and a half away but my heart hurts today. Continue reading →
Leading up to the release of my eighth novel, The Second First Chance, on Wednesday, I have a lot on my mind. Of course, there’s the usual—Will this be the book that really opens the hearts of Romance Readers everywhere? Will the reviews continue to be stellar? Will the sales for the release be as good as they were for Blue Persuasion? On and on it goes in my head.
Then there are the thoughts specific to TSFC. Most of my novels are stories written because they’re novels I’d want to read. After all, I’m a reader at heart and love a story that moves me and draws me in from the start and then changes me in the end. I love being lost in a story as a reader and a writer. Continue reading →
As much as I am the romantic, believe in true love and write about it all the time, I don’t believe in love at first sight. Lust at first sight? Sure, that happens all the time. Chemistry, attraction, recognition, all I believe can happen in a moment’s notice. Love, nope. Continue reading →
I’m feeling so much better, more myself, more open, more emotional. They seem to go together. I have so much appreciation bubbling over for my husband today. He’s really the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I wish everyone would get the chance to feel adored and treasured as my husband leaves me feeling daily. Continue reading →
Unbeknownst to me, I’ve been poisoning myself for over a year. I’ve experienced a myriad of uncomfortable symptoms and have tried to figure out what was wrong with me. I’ve been tired upon waking, muscles sore all over my body, especial my jaw and neck, cloudy brain, which has kept me from writing, and times where I thought I was having early onset of dementia, not able to pull up a name of a good friend.
At first, I thought it was partly because I hadn’t been exercising regularly. So, for about four months straight, I walked almost every single day. It didn’t help at all. I actually felt worse. I went to my doctor to find out what was wrong with me. She had no clue, although I think she should have. I had her run blood tests for SED (inflammation) and autoimmune diseases. My SED was high, a huge jump from the year before, but she didn’t think it was a big deal since my other tests were negative. Continue reading →
I am forever fascinated about likes and dislikes and why I have the preferences I do. Why does my husband prefer what he calls the medi look (dark, curly hair and curvy)? Why do I love blowjobs, anal sex, sweets, and independent movies? Why do I abhor mustard, arrogant men, things that push my patience and men in dresses?
Okay, obviously, there are many other items to add to the list but the point is about the WHY of it. Why have I come to like or cum to like what I have? Is it merely genetics? Is that the long and the short of it? Should I throw in the nature vs. nurture argument? Maybe I was beaten with a pastrami and swiss on rye with mustard and have blocked it out, which is why I can’t stomach any of those ingredients? Continue reading →