WITH JAYSON HOME FROM IRAQ AND THE LAST YEAR BEHIND US, I COULD EASILY STOP WRITING. BUT THEN HOW WOULD I TELL YOU THAT MY HUSBAND CAN'T GO TO THE BATHROOM WITH A SHIRT ON AND THAT I USED OUR KITCHEN SCISSORS TO TRIM THE GRASS THIS SUMMER? So, for YOUR sake, I will keep writing. (You're welcome.)
I SHOULD WARN YOU: OUR LIFE ISN'T ALWAYS "CLEAN". SO, BE PREPARED FOR PLENTY OF FOUL LANGUAGE, DISGUSTING HUMOR, AND WAY TOO MUCH INFORMATION.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Timeout on the Alphabet.....I actually have something to write!
While you are home……..
I will not count DOWN the number of days until you leave me again.
Instead, I will count UP the number of days that I’ve spent with you.
I will touch you.
I will smell you.
I will wait for your kiss on my cheek every single morning.
I will lay in bed
(awake, of course)
and smile while you snore beside me.
I will hug you and lay my cheek on your shoulder
so that every part of me can be connected to you.
I will stare at you when you’re not looking.
I will stare at you when you are looking.
I will remember every moment while you’re here on the same continent as me.
I will bare my soul to you
and tell you things that I’ve kept inside for 7 months.
I will watch you while you sleep.
I will eat Dairy Queen Blizzards with you
and know that the calories don’t count because you are HOME.
I will go for a run with you.
(Ok….Ok….I will watch you run in front of me……waaaaaay up there in front of me.)
I will cry for no apparent reason
and tell you that I am FINE.
I will have no excuses for you as to why the Gameroom looks the way it does.
(Hello! I had time to write about what a mess it was…..I could have just cleaned it instead!)
I will hold in my mind’s eye that
when the kids see you for the first time
I will not waste our precious time together by arguing….
unless, of course, I am right and you are wrong.
I will be mesmerized by the footprints you leave in the carpet on your side of the bed
since there have been none for 7 months.
(Vacuum lines used to make me happy. Now they make me sad.)
I will let you be in charge…..
of the house, of the kids, of the dog, of ME…..
because I am finally tired of being Boss of the World.
I will lie to family and friends
when I tell them that we can’t
because we have PLANS……
PLANS that involve nothing but the above.
I will not focus on work – I will focus on you.
I will carry my head high when we leave the house
and wear you on my arm with pride.
I will admit to you that I ignored the hot tub for 7 months
(AKA: left it running, yet only added chemicals ONE TIME),
which resulted in me buying 2 new filters
and paying someone to come clean it……
just so that it would look like I took wonderful care of it.
I will give you my best “sex-eyes”
(Come on! Every girl does that.)
and ask you to help me with small house projects
that I didn’t dare trust myself to do alone.
I will remove the label from my forehead...
the one that says FUCK OFF,
and I will smile more.
I will require that you get a pedicure STAT.
I will tell you about my Vegas Marathon and my Phoenix Marathon
and how much I missed you during those incredible moments.
I will make you tell your son that he is not allowed to hate his sister’s boyfriend…..
just because it’s his sister’s boyfriend.
I will (I’m sure) have to remind you repeatedly
that we are not your soldiers.
I will, very reluctantly, tell you that these last few months
(not the whole 7 months….just the last 2)
have been HARD.
I thought I was stronger than this.
I will ask you if I can get a duck.
I will bob my head up and down and mumble, “Mmmmmmmm”
each time you tell me about a truck / motorcycle / boat
that you’ve found to buy.
Then I will walk away.
I will drink coffee with you in the mornings
while you mess up my newspaper that I’ve organized into piles.
I will smile every time I find a piece of your clothing....
on the floor….in the kitchen….in the hallway…..on the ceiling fan....on the back patio.
I will ask you to help me convince the kids
to spend TWO weeks at YMCA Camp this year, instead of just one.
We would call that “My Vacation”.
(Let’s see if DOG can go with them, too.)
I will listen to your stories of life in Iraq and cry
because there will be so much that I didn’t know about.
I will NOT be in the room when you discover
that 2 months worth of your clean laundry
is in a 4-foot pile in the closet.
enjoy having to clean your sink again.
I will take too many pictures.
I won't take enough pictures.
I will tell you about the 50+ trees and shrubs I’ve ordered,