Passion…or Ranting?
Thank goodness it’s Friday. It’s been a long week and I am definitely ready for the weekend, even if I am going to have to do some overtime work getting prepped for NaNo and NaBlo posts on this site and others in November.
Today is the traditional Friday free write. Five minutes, no going back and editing until the five minutes is up, and that’s about it.
Yesterday I listed thirteen things I feel passionate about, including my husband. Today I’m going to put up the email I sent to a friend of mine a few months before I got married. I think this is a good example of the passion I have for him.
Happy Friday!
“I am happy and been having a lot of fun, but busy busy at the moment. To be absolutely and completely honest - I’m planning my wedding. The date is May 5th.
B is a native Australian (but has traveled across the world) and works as a computer IT guy. He’s a helpdesk guy at a big company that runs a bunch of charity things as well as a series of nursing homes. He’s a few inches taller than me with light brown hair and eyes that turn more blue or more green depending on the day.
We met through a friend online and hit it off right away. We had many ups and downs, but stayed together and have been together since October 2005. We did near-daily phone calls, pretty much daily chats, texting, video chatting, and pretty much every form of communication except for talking face-to-face.
We’ve taken pre-marriage classes and had compatibility tests confirm that we’re good for each other in all areas - from communication, to belief, to thoughts on domestic duties.
With this man, I am a jewel. He enjoys taking care of me, and I enjoy taking care of him. We occasionally bite and snarl, but we always talk it out, which is good because the biggest reasons for our snarling is misunderstanding about what the other said. He’s teaching me to value who I am as a woman and the woman I want to be, and I am teaching him a new appreciation for the world around him.
Please don’t worry too much about me. B takes wonderful care of me and encourages me to find the best woman I can be. I’m not a spoiled princess, but neither am I slaving over a hot stove every day “earning my keep”.”
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