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Ten points:

1. One time when I was down and blue, a wise person told me to sit down with a journal, a piece of paper, a notebook, just something, and write down ten (10) down that I liked about myself.
2. It was VERY hard at first. I wasn’t used to thinking nice things about myself.  Most people aren’t.  We are conditioned to believe if we admit what’s good about ourselves, we’re selfish and conceited.
3. I was also told that for every time I said, “I hate this about me” or “I don’t like that about me” I also had to say “BUT I really do like this about me”.
4. The reason? When a person makes a sentence that has the word “but” in it, what comes before the word “but” is erased by what comes after.  You know, like when someone says, “I love you but…” you just erased the “I love you.”  Or “Oh I know you like that about me but…” you are saying you don’t believe they are telling the truth. 
5. We can learn to annihilate our negative perceptions by replacing them with positive ones.
6. Learn to say “thank you” and then stop talking.  None of that “Oh this ole thing??” when someone compliments what you are wearing.   Get rid of any disqualifying words that negate what the compliment was.
7. Sometimes it takes work but it is important to stop putting ourselves down and to see our own worth.
8. You are an amazing person.
9. Learn to be amazed with yourself more often.
10. It is time for you to see it.  Without qualifications.

Now go. 

Write down TEN (10) things about yourself that are positive.  POS-I-TIVE.  Take your time but write them down no matter how long it takes.  Then – and here’s the hard part – start to believe them.

I’m not ashamed to say Merry Christmas.  I don’t do “Happy Holidays” simply because I don’t like it and don’t want to.  I don’t mind if others use it and I don’t have a problem with others being upset with Merry Christmas.  It isn’t about them – it’s about ME and what I believe.  So there.  MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU.

I got to thinking the other day and realized how precious it is that people can forge unbelievably strong friendships with people they’ve never met in real life – e-friends.  I have so many e-friends and am so grateful for each and every one of you.   You make my life a better place to be!  You are fireworks.

I heard a motivational speaker say one time – a person is only a true friend when they believe in what you do and support that.  They get behind it.  They encourage you.  They leave comments.  OK, maybe he didn’t say that last bit but the rest of it is so true.  I have in-real-life friends who don’t bother to read my blog, much less comment.  They know I write one but they don’t have time to read it.  So who is the true friend – the e-friend who supports or the IRL friends you’ve known forever but don’t bother to?

RIGHT.  The e-friends.  And I love you for that.  You are stars in my life.  Gifts to me.

The other thing I thought about is how blessed I am.  Not just in my e-friends, but my family.  God has been very good to me and I don’t take that for granted.  I have an amazing son (and his beautiful wife).  He continually surprises me with his heart.  He cares so deeply about some things – like standing up for the underdog or being totally bummed someone stole two blow up yard oraments from his yard.  It isn’t the money – it is the ulgies behind that act.  He may be a gruff, macho Alpha son, but his heart is pure.

This is the guy who quit his job so he could help his grandmom stay in her home when I couldn’t find anyone faithful to hire to do that.  He did everything for her but bathe her.  He spent a year and a half with her cooking, cleaning, taking her to hair appointments and out to eat.  They had an amazing relationship (as he did with his granddad) until the very end.

And Alpha Hubby.  What more can I say that I haven’t already said excessively?  After all these years, it just keeps getting better.  I don’t know how that works, but I’m darned glad that I’m living this life with him.  He is definitely getting NO coal under the tree this year!  He’s been a very nawty boy and I thank him for that!

Christmas means different things to people.  For me, it is about the birth of Jesus.  He is my Reason for this season.  I am not ashamed of Jesus and I think most of you know that.  Not everyone agrees with me and that is your choice.  I just want you to know I love you.  That is all.

From our home to yours, may you relax and enjoy this Christmas season.  May you NOT get so focused on this:

that you feel this:

Focus more on this:

and this:

and especially this:

And be sure you take time to tell those you love that you love them, very much.

Love very much from me:

Today’s Song Reference:

http://youtu.be/31v6drN99N0

Long before I met Alpha Hubby, I dreamed about all the fairy tale stories – of finding that one special one who would believe in me, help me be the best I could be, dance with me, go on adventures with me, and love me, love me, love me.  I dreamed.

I also was so full of confidence.  So relaxed and in love with life.  I wasn’t afraid of anything!  I just knew nothing was impossible and great things were in store for me every single day!  I believed the best was in everyone I met (I didn’t say I was smart).  I couldn’t wait to wake up and discover what was going to happen each day.  I wore the flowing dresses, twirling around in the fields of crimson and clover, writing poetry I still understand years later – those words instantly taking me back to that exact moment I penned them.

I was an artist painting with my watercolors, brilliant, bright and vibrant, and creating charcoal and pencil drawings of every little thing and person that struck my fancy.  I listened to music that made me happy and fell in love with jazz and blues even though I wasn’t blue.  Otis Redding, Sam Cook  – mellow grooves, soul or R&B, and more Eagles and Doobie Brothers than Black Sabbath.  I was so glad to get out from under the strict thumb of my parents that I went breathlessly running with freedom.

But… somewhere along the way I lost me before I met Alpha Hubby.  I ended up being a person not quite as confident as she used to be.   Sometimes bad things happen to people.  Bad things done or bad things that happen or bad things that were said or bad accidents that change everything.  Then fears develop.  Scars and baggage slowly eat away at confidence, turning bold into fragile. 

So many of us have lost our “self” and who we thought we were.  Sometimes there has been violence that’s hard to get over.  Sometimes it is an accident that changes everything.  Sometimes it is as simple as words that are used as hammers, axes, and knives, cutting, slicing, smashing, and hacking away.  And while humans are resilient, sometimes it takes awhile to become anything resembling normal again.

 

After I met Alpha Hubby, even after all the years that had gone by before I met him, I still flinched if he raised his hand in an expressive movement while talking.  I jested in the About Me that I was waiting for him to turn into the psycho axe-murdering killer I knew he could secretly be, but really?  I was waiting for him to turn. 

And what did he do?  Well, he never turned.  He just kept loving me.  Just kept believing in me.  Just kept telling me I was amazing to him and that my dreams were valid.  He just kept putting his palm on my cheek and telling me that he could feel my love for him.  He helped erase my nightmares.

He loved my stories, stole my artwork, fell in love with my singing.  He waited while I worked through deep-seated fear issues.  He never got impatient with me.  He helped me work through my daymares and trust issues.  He kissed my tears away when I did have a nightmare.  He just kept loving and loving and loving and loving me.  He still loves that strongly to this day.

He helped me heal.  He helped me discover who I can be when there is unconditional love.  He helped me change the view I had inside me, how I saw myself.  He has been there, rock solid in his love for me no matter what.  I know that even after all this time I still have a few little tiny issues it is time to deal with.  But I know with his amazing love, I am going to keep working on finding the parts of that woman who are still missing, and I will get her back.  I will be brave.  I will not fear.  I will be a bold as I was when I was in my past. 

I truly believe God sent him to help me put myself back together again, only better because I have his true and real love.  That’s why I write so much about him and his incredible love.  It is what I know best. 

Because of him I am dancing and twirling and singing and trusting and drawing and painting and writing and just BEING.  Joyfully!

 

Only this time I am not alone!

Babe, someone said it better than me: 

You’ve got a way with me
Somehow you got me to believe
In everything that I could be
I’ve gotta say you really got a way

You’ve got a way it seems
You gave me faith to find my dreams
You’ll never know just what that means
Can’t you see you’ve got a way with me

You’ve got a way with words
You get me smiling even when it hurts
There’s no way to measure what your love is worth
I can’t believe the way you get through to me

Oh, how I adore you
Like no one before you
I love you just the way you are

It’s in the way you want me
Oh it’s in the way you hold me
The way you show me just what love’s made of
It’s in the way we make love

It’s just the way you are

This is a Short Love Story (a semi-redux from 2 years ago, updated).  This is the story about a girl who met a boy who loved the girl completely, totally, unconditionally almost from the moment he met her.  It is about a girl who was so skittish, she never let anyone get close to her.   No one.  Ever.   The plot revolves around the boy overcoming the girl’s insurmountable obstacles to help her achieve her wildest dream, True Love.   This is not a fairy tale. 

Once upon a time in a desolate land long ago, there was a girl who’d been single for twelve years.  She had told God that she would never marry again, ever, never, ever, unless He wrote in the sky, “Girl, this is the one I have for you!”  (And we all know how often THAT happens.)

Two weeks before the girl met the boy, a total stranger told the girl, “God said for me to tell that you that you will meet the one He has for you in the next two weeks.”  He also told the girl a lot of details like, “When you do meet him, don’t share that with anyone” and “You will be happier than you’ve ever been in your entire life.”  Okaaaaay.  But the girl did sit down and type up everything he told her.  Hope prevailed while common sense said, “No way.”

One day at the Nuclear Elf Factory, the girl and boy met.  The Nuclear Elf Factory frowned on office relationships, thus the “don’t tell” part the girl was told.  They met a few days before the girl’s birthday.   By this time, she had almost forgotten about what that stranger said so she wasn’t even thinking about it.  Her guard wasn’t up.  She was Unsuspecting.

The boy told the girl hello.  The boy and girl chatted in her cubicle.  It came out that he was being stalked by an evil witch who decided he would be her next husband.  He asked the girl to be his fake date to the church Valentine banquet to get this evil witch off his trail.  Of course, being the sweet girl she was (*wink wink*), the girl said yes.  She had had a stalker once, too.  It’s so nice to have things in common right off the bat!

By the time our boy and girl went to the Valentine’s Day banquet a month later, they were secretly engaged.  She had an engagement ring on a golden chain around her neck.  (Well until they told people, she couldn’t quite wear it in public now, could she?!)

Seven weeks to the day after they magically met, they were married in a small evening service. 

Eighteen years, 4 months, and 8 days ago, the girl met and fell in love with her Knight in Shining Armor.  In all these years, his armor has never tarnished.  He loves the girl so boldly and unconditionally that she sometimes wonders what’s the matter with him!  HE loves her.  He LOVES her.  He loves HER

It is so breathtaking that sometimes she sits on the porch he built her, in the rocking chair he bought her, still in awe, and thinking how good God has been to her, to bring this boy across her pathway.  And at times, when she comes across the notes she wrote after the total stranger told her the things he did, she is amazed how true everything he said was and how it all came to pass.

She truly is happier than she has ever been in her life.  Her cousin, Cinderella, had nothing on our girl when it came to drama and evil step mot… er…  talking mice? Evil cats? Singing sadly, “In my own little corner, in my own own little chair I can be whatever I want to be“? Psycho-exes?   The girl can’t even describe it sometimes because it is hard to wrap the mind around the fact that 18+ years later, he still loves her madly, passionately and completely.

More so, actually. 

In the end, faith and hope prevail and she finally gets the one thing she always wanted:  to be loved unconditionally by a hero.  And to have True Love.

Baby, thank you for 18+ years, each better than the last – for 18+ years of unbelievable love – sometimes warm and fuzzy, mostly insanely hot and passionate!  Thank you for adventures, oceans, making me the best fudge ever, snowmen, seashells, laughter, and all my wishes coming true, in you.  You are so much better than anything I could have dreamed up.

When God writes it in the sky (and He does), you can safely take a chance!

The Beginning.  There is no end in a True Love story.  It just keeps on getting better and better.

(Re-do of older post)

****DISCLAIMER:  Although I majored in Psychology in college, I do not profess to be an expert in anything other than myself.  Sort of, “I’m not a doctor but I play one in this blog.”  So this being a blog, don’t take anything as a professional discourse – it’s opinion and experience.****

I don’t know where I learned about the “IT girl” but I’ve known it all my life.  It’s sort of like today’s “you’re all that.”  But let me allow Wikipedia to explain (and remember, it started in 1920′s):

The term was coined by English romance novelist and screenwriter Elinor Glyn to describe actress Clara Bow as she appeared in the 1927 Hollywood silent film It.  In the introduction to the film Glyn described the term thus:

“IT” is that quality possessed by some which draws all others with its magnetic force. With “IT” you win all men if you are a woman—and all women if you are a man. “IT” can be a quality of the mind as well as a physical attraction.^[1]  AND

Self-confidence and indifference whether you are pleasing or not—and something in you that gives the impression that you are not at all cold. That’s “IT“. ^[1]

Owing to Glyn’s widely publicized pronouncement, the term It Girl entered the cultural lexicon.  Bow’s contemporary and friend, the actress Louise Brooks was also widely described as an “It Girl“, especially retrospectively. 

Andy Warhol‘s muse, Edie Sedgwick, was dubbed the It Girl in the ’60′s.

We’ve all known someone who just drew people to themselves like magnets.  There was an indescribable quality about them that made you feel good and enjoy being in their presence.  It has nothing to do with money, clothes, or things.  It has everything to do with confidence and liking yourself (or seeming to since I think Edie Sedgwick died of “acute barbiturate intoxication” in 1971 so obviously didn’t have it all together).

I want to talk about the real-deal.  The IT girl that resides inside all of us.  The only person we really have to please:  ourself.  I don’t include God and mates right now because those are complementary areas that can be dealt with later. 

When we have no confidence in ourselves, in who we are, it shows.  It comes out in so many different ways, I can’t begin to catalog them all here. 

Sometimes it is in overeating and sometimes accumulating stuff and things.  Sometimes it becomes drug or alcohol addiction.  Sometimes in is indiscriminate sexual promiscuity (although how you could tell that nowadays, I’m not sure).  Sometimes it manifests in hating everything about ourselves to the point we can no longer see anything good in and about ourselves. 

IT – that quality of mind that draws.  Do you realize that most of the people we enjoy being around really LIKE themselves?  It isn’t because they are a perfect size or body type.  It isn’t the perfect hair or face.  It is as simple for them as looking in the mirror and saying, “I like this person I’m looking at.”  

We all have self-worth.  Sometimes people mistakenly interchange the word self-esteem with self-worth – but we are all WORTH something.  Self-esteem, on the other hand, is something that can change; it can become battered and bruised through life experiences and other people’s opinions (OPO).

The experience of OPO may be something we take to heart and use to define who we think we are – a big nothing.  It is like in a relationship where a boyfriend doesn’t want you and dumps you.  Instead of thinking, “his loss” we think, “What is the matter with ME?”

There was a time, during my earlier ”before Alpha Hubby” days, that I discovered I was valuable and precious – special.  I may be great only to myself (and God) but I learned I was a pretty doggoned neat person in spite of OPO.  In that knowledge, I learned to use “talk to the hand” (figuratively) - if someone did not view or treat me as valuable and precious, they no longer deserved or had access to my life space.   See ya!

I learned that NO ONE has a right to treat me badly or make me feel less than good about myself.  I learned that if they didn’t want me, BIG HAIRY DEAL.  Sure, it hurt, but it no longer defined me, especially as a loser.  I learned to move on.

No matter what we look like, no matter how much we weigh, no matter who likes or doesn’t like us, no matter WHAT – we are all IT girls and have a right to be treated that way.  NO ONE has the right to treat you badly and as less than OK.  NO ONE NO ONE NO ONE.  Not a parent, not a significant other, not a friend.  NO ONE, OK?

To all of you who follow this blog, please take a minute and look in the mirror and say to yourself, “YOU are an IT girl, and don’t you forget it!”  Then sing to yourself – “You are so beautiful to me!”  So what if everyone around you thinks you are bonkers?  You are an IT Girl.  It’s OK!!

It’s Independence Day here in America.  It’s Independence Day all over the world for IT Girls.  Be free to be yourself.  Be free to love yourself.  Be free to enjoy yourself.  Be free to say, “I am an IT Girl and I AM ALL THAT!”

Hello goils!  I’m baaaack.  Didja miss me?  I missed you… for awhile.

Today’s post will be quick, just a check-in to say ‘yes, I am alive’ and ‘yes, there were some incredible lessons and changes’.  In later posts, I’ll let you know the really good, the morbidly bad, and the monstrously ugly of unhooking from the internet.

I have to say that although I knew in my head that it would be good to take a month off from blogging and internet stuff, I was really not prepared for the application of it.  At. All.

This was sort of a blind test although I did have some knowledge based on the article by Christie Glascoe Crowder over at http://typeaparent.com/going-off-the-grid-planning-and-surviving-a-digital-sabbatical.html.  I honestly didn’t think it would make that much of a difference.

I was not prepared to discover the addiction I had actually developed, not only to blogging, posting, reading – but also to surfing, shopping, and researching.  And the withdrawal symptoms I had to go through?  Good grief.  And the agony of how much I failed in the first week.  Oh, OK, the first week and a half.  And how disgusted I became with myself.  And while I did not crawl into a corner to rock and whimper through withdrawals, t’was bad enough.

I was also not prepared for all the wonder, awe and blessing I discovered by doing this.  I re-learned the art of taking time to enjoy scents, sounds, textures, views, and heartbeats.  I listened to the wind shush through the trees, loving the icy sound.  I noticed the brilliant colors of a sunrise and soaked them in.  I rubbed the nap on my diva faux mink throw that I use when sitting in the living room, and really enjoyed the softness.  I realized that the sunsets sometimes look like the world is on fire (pix above from my front yard). 

It is like I became more aware of what was around me, not realizing at all that I’d forgotten how.  

Alpha Hubby was gone two weeks of the 4 ½ weeks of January.  I discovered that I missed the quiet sounds of him.  Tinkering in the kitchen before he goes to bed at night.  Breathing softly beside me in the dark.  The humming sound he makes when he reaches out and touches me as he sleeps.  The sqeech sound the floor makes when he slips out of the room in the morning.  I do not sleep well when he is gone.

I missed the scent of him.  Burying my nose in that special place under his ear, in the nape of his neck, to inhale his special fragrance mixed with his cologne.  The fresh air bouquet he brings inside when he comes in from working outside.  The faded cologne scent on his shirts and pillow kept me company.

I do not think I realized how much I hear him without realizing it.  And as much as I love smelling his nape, I took it for granted.  It had all gotten lost in the noise of life.

It isn’t necessarily the internet itself so much as how much it can suck life out of us.  It is like we stop taking time to realize what is going on around us because the internet world becomes more real than the real world.  There are precious things of value disappearing in the busy-ness of our life. 

I discovered a lot of that busy-ness is not necessarily necessary. 

Busy-ness causes you to miss your real life.

Is it just me or did 2011 just zip by?   I’m kinda of feeling like I missed something!  What do you think 2012 will bring to you?  It really is YOUR choice, you know.  It isn’t that we are magicians who can pull miracles out of a hat but we can bring about changes. 

We live self-fulfilling prophecies all the time through the words of our mouth.  Words like, ‘I always get sick this time of year” or “I am never going to get ahead in my life.”  “Money sure goes!  There will never be enough to pay all my bills.”   How about, “My kids are driving me crazy; they’re never going to do right” and “You’ll always be this way.” 

Worse are the “too’s”,  “I am never going to accomplish anything with my life because it’s too or I’m too  (fill in the blank).   Suggestions?  It’s too late.  I’m too old.  I”m too young.  I’m too broke.  It’s too hard.  Even worse?  I CAN’T.  And you would be absolutely 100% right.

I think that every year, no matter how many times we’ve been proven wrong, we actually dream of and believe that we just might be able to do better this time, this new year.  We harbor private hopes that things can change.  We want to believe that resolutions work or that this time, we will keep them.

We dream of a fresh start.

Well GOOD NEWS!  I’m here to tell you that it is NEVER, never, never, ever too late.  NEVER.  Each and every one of us can make changes to make our lives better.  Even the most negative of Grinch-y people can change.  No one is exempt.  Change is possible for every. single. person.  Amen.

Of course if you SAY, “I don’t believe that.  Forget it.  It won’t happen for me” – you are absolutely right here, too.  It won’t.  Believe it or not, being positive draws good things to you.  Being negative draws negative things to you.  

Dare to believe – to have hope and keep the flame of it burning bright.  Never give up on yourself.   Never stop dreaming BIG.  If you make up your mind that you WILL make changes and you WILL enjoy your best year ever, you WILL.  You will find little things in your life that can lead to big changes.  You will find yourself looking for the positive, looking forward, and changing your own attitude and, dare I say?  Destiny.

We really do live lives full of self-fulfilling prophecies, bad or good.  And these are the ONLY lives we get here on earth.  You’d think we’d take better care of ourselves!  Quit following others and their way of doing things.  Don’t listen to those who nay-say you or your deam.  Keep away from toxic relationships!  Make choices just for yourself.  Your life is exactly what you make of it.

On that note, I am going offline for the next month.  30 big ones.  Thirty days. Thurty long daze.  It’s all the fault of Christie Glascoe Crowder who posted an article over at Type-A Parent:

http://typeaparent.com/going-off-the-grid-planning-and-surviving-a-digital-sabbatical.html

She posted the article after she went “off the grid” for a month and is creating an e-book of her experiences in a few weeks (January sometime).  I can’t wait to read it. 

Similar to her points, my thought process is to establish, for that month the following:

No blogging (posting or reading) – I tremble as you read
No engaging in social sites (Twitter) – Ditto
No surfing the web (including shopping) – full blown panic attack

All my writing, note-taking, and ideas will be done by hand with pen in my paper notebooks (thank goodness that I have a huge pile of both). 

I unsubscribed from all my digital newsletters, RSS feeds, and blogs.  I will return to the blogs (had to write down their web addresses) but I don’t need the temptation popping up every time I check my bank account or pay a bill!

As Christie pointed out,  this time period is a “full system overhaul, starting from within.”   

I have a support system in my friend Steph from over at Momma’s Soapbox.  We both began working on our Aloha lives in 2010, (her link for Aloha) (mine is HERE)  and want to build on that this coming year in more specific and powerful ways.

So do I think this is going to be a breeze?  Oh ha.  Heck no.  I have the queasy’s inside.  I actually am very nervous about unplugging myself.  But I have to do this, for me. 

I have to plug back into my life and my “self”. 

And isn’t that a wonderful way to begin a New Year?  It’s all right!  Have a good time, cause it’s all right, oh, it’s all right!!

Miss me a little bit, OK??

Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.

~ Frank Outlaw

(Pardon my redux, slightly updated.  I pulled out [and revamped] a post from 2010.)

Okay. I know I chat a bit about Alpha Hubby.  Oh, OK, I chat a LOT.  And yes, in case you haven’t noticed, I am absolutely one hundred percent head-over-heels, over-the-moon wild about him.   There’s a reason.

Let me digress a bit.  Long before I met Alpha Hubby, loooooong before (what took you so long to find me, baby??), I’d done some studying, learning, changing, realizing what was important, what wasn’t, observing, growing, and growing up. 

I also did a lot of listening.  I used to listen to the women at work talk about their husbands.  I used to listen to women at Ladies Group (Bible study) talk about their hubands.  I used to listen to friends, store clerks, and near strangers talk about their husbands.

And when I say that what these women were not saying, “Oh, he is THE best man ev-ah!!”, I’m probably understating it.  I’d listen to women put their husbands down, talk about his faults, what irritates them about him, how he messed up (like they are so perfeft), everything he does wrong, and personal details that should never have been shared in public.  It was a total lack of respect and honor. 

I swore to myself that if I ever met a Knight In Shining Armor, I would make sure a day doesn’t go by that he doesn’t know I love him.  I would protect what we have together.  I would cherish him (even in the face of dirty laundry).  I would honor him.  I would respect  him.  I would never expose him to public scrutiny in a negative way.  No gossip, no “sharing” and, for sure, no bad-mouthing.  Ev-ah.  I made up my mind to do long this before I met him.

When you consider how long I waited for this KISA (12 years), I was certainly not going to waste any part of our life together.  Oh my gosh, I’d had enough drama in my life before I met him that I swore I would NEVER EVER live like that again.  And along comes this man who loves me!  He loves me!  He’s not afraid to show it.  I love him.  I’m not afraid to show it.  I like gagging people.  I love how he loves me!  And I absolutely refuse to allow one day to go by where he does not know how much I treasure his love.  I thank God for him.

We’ve been married 17 years, 9 months, 4 weeks today.  I only grow to love him more as each year passes.  He is my best friend and support.  He believes in me.  He is the first and only man to send me flowers.  He gives me everything I need.  And if it is within his power, he gives me everything I want and desire. 

Of course, I, in turn, do not want and desire things.  I want and desire him.  He is crazy about me!  And I can honestly say to you that not one time in 17 years, 9 months, 4 weeks have I ever bad-mouthed him to another person on this earth.  Ever.  Oh, I might have talked to myself but…

We work very hard to protect our marriage.  We do not speak badly about one another to others.  We hash out everything and even tho I’m sure he wants to pinch my head off sometimes, in 17 years, 9 months, 4 weeks, I think we only went to bed mad at one another one time – sometime 16 years ago.  It was no fun.  We didn’t like it.  We decided not to do that again.

He is strong, a man of honor and unwavering in what is right and what is wrong.  He is a man of God and is beyond my wildest dreams.  He’s got my back at all times.  AND he even does the dishes and sometimes clears out the dryer, folding the clothes AND not just because he’s on the hunt for socks.  AND He vacuums.  I know!!

I am his biggest cheerleader and he is mine.  I believe in him totally.  I believe in his dreams.  And sure, there are times we holler – well, I do.  He sulls up.  We learned that we don’t like that, either.  We decided not to do that again, either.  We work to keep the poison out of our marriage.  We don’t spend time alone with the opposite sex, or have intimate conversations with them about anything. 

Today I decided that I wanted to do a tribute to Alpha Hubby.  I wanted to publicly thank him for loving me like he does.  He makes my world a better place with his powerful love.

 

I want to thank him for working hard to support this family and allowing me the freedom to be home to write and pursue my dreams.  I want to thank him for getting up every morning 5 to 6 days a week to go to that job.  I want to thank him for the work he does in our home, creating dream rooms for me.  I want to thank him for the passion we have together (BOY! Do I want to thank him for THAT!).  I want to thank him for the unconditional support he has given me while I am on this journey to get back into my Little Black Dress.  UN-CONDITIONAL.  His heart burns for ME (and it’s not indigestion).

I’m so glad I tangled up my life and dreams with his! 

Baby, I love how you love me.  You do an excellent job!