Coming out of the fog

We went to Barnsley Gardens Resort in Adairsville, GA, just Rob and I. We spent a weekend together relaxing and having fun. We noticed several things about our relationship. More than anything, this weekend Rob and I noticed our differences. We are true opposites.

He likes wearing shorts, short sleeves and no socks. I like wearing jeans, turtle necks, undershirts and knee socks. He likes eating cantaloupe, honeydew, pineapple and grapefruit. I like eating strawberries, blueberries, raspberries and blackberries. He enjoys museums, historical markers, plumbing and lighting. I enjoy horses, trails, rivers and lakes. We wondered what brought us together in the first place.

How two people – so different in so many ways – could connect and decide to get married. It made us scratch our  head in amusement. Ah. The fog. That’s what it boils down to – the fog. Lust and love surrounds new couples like a fog. And when the fog clears, several years into the marriage, you become startled. ACK! Who are you?!

We noticed a couple getting married at the resort. Rob and I wondered if we should inform the wedding party of the fog surrounding them. We decided to keep the information between the two of us, and we would let them figure it out on their own. Hopefully, as in our case, when the fog clears and they become startled, they will pause and give themselves time to get to know one another again.

Rob and I have some of the same likes, and we have some of the same dislikes. We like croquet and bocce ball. He likes schooling me in pool. I like schooling him in Scrabble. We find most television commercials annoying. And, we hate fabric stores. (Yes, Mum, hate is a strong word. And, Rob and I have a strong feeling of hate towards fabric stores. This common hate was actually something that brought us together, but I’ll share that story for another entry.)

We’ve been working on our relationship, and we are connecting again. It took some tweaking, but most everything takes some tweaking every now and then. This past weekend seemed to be just what our relationship needed. We’ve come out of the fog; we are laughing, and we are beginning to like what we see. Now, if only we can remember what we learned when my hormones go ker’plunk-ker’plooey again in about – oh – 10 days.

Renew

These are the guys we will miss, while renewing ourselves. And, we owe it to them to invest in ourselves and keep our relationship alive.

Today the word of the day is ‘Renew’. And, according to Merriam-Webster the definition of renew is as follows: 1 : to make like new : restore to freshness, vigor, or perfection <as we renew our strength in sleep> 2 : to make new spiritually : regenerate 3 a : to restore to existence : revive b : to make extensive changes in : rebuild 4 : to do again : repeat 5 : to begin again : resume.

Today is my husband’s birthday. To celebrate his birthday, we are spending the weekend away without the boys. This will be the first time he and I have spent time together – alone – since. . . Well, I can’t recall a time, since the boys were born, when my husband and I spent more than 24hrs alone together. So, it has been at least 5yrs since we have been together, alone. This quick getaway will give us a chance to renew. We will be able to renew ourselves, as  well as renew our relationship to each other. I look forward to getting to know my husband again.

I am sure you have heard the phrase, “It takes a village.” Well, I am thankful for the village that surrounds my husband and me. Our next door neighbors are taking care of our dogs, while we are gone. And, my Mom and oldest sister, are going to watch the boys for us. Thanks to the people in our village, my husband and I are off to renew ourselves and our relationship. I think the boys will be pleased we are taking time to rebuild our relationship. I certainly believe we owe it to our boys to maintain a healthy marital relationship.

Hope you have a nice weekend, and I will babble again when we return!

Smudge Stick

I went to bed last night visualizing my junk drawer. I was trying to think of what I could write in my blog today, if anything. I don’t just want to post things for the sake of posting. I want to make sure what I post is entertaining, maybe even enlightening. So, while rummaging through my junk drawer in my head, I wondered if I still had the smudge stick. I received the smudge stick from my friend on her wedding day, I believe. Though I have relocated at least twice since she was married, the smudge stick is still with me. Safely kept in the junk drawer.

The smudge stick fits in nicely with this blog. After all, smudge sticks are believed to help purify the energies around us. Specifically, the Sage/Cedar smudge stick I have is considered a cleanser and purifier that attracts positive and beneficial energies. Sounds like a timely thing to burn, eh? Still, I hold on to the smudge stick. And, once I am done writing, I will place it back in the junk drawer.

I can still smell the sage and cedar. Though the scent is not nearly as strong as it was when I originally received it, I find peace when I smell it. And, whenever I rifle through the junk drawer, I inevitably have to move the smudge stick to get to whatever it is I am trying to find. And, when I move the smudge stick, I am reminded of its purpose. I don’t need to light it to benefit from it. I can channel the positive energies with a quick sniff. (However, provided it isn’t so dry that it burns too quickly, I imagine the aroma would be wonderful.)

One of the many benefits of relationships is support – both giving and receiving. Though you may not connect with your relationships on a day to day basis, you know the relationships are there for you. One quick search in your junk drawer will confirm you’ve got the relationships you need in life. And, you may also find some relationships you don’t need in your life. But, that’s a post for another time.

My husband and I may not experience positive and beneficial energies on a daily basis, but as long as we know we are there, just behind the glue and to the left of the AA battery, the potential for connecting is always there for us. And sometimes, all you need is a little sniff – er, I  mean, smile.