Well, I guess 3 out of 4 isn’t bad. I went with the Colts because I just don’t like the Patriots. It would have been a stab in the heart to root for them. I should have known better. I never should have listened to my heart … when my head was telling me something else!
Becky, of all the games, the Chargers vs Broncos game was the best !!
This post is inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: “What does happiness look like to you?”
After a weekend of stomach aches and nail biting, I am happy. Yes, yes, this is happiness. I have found it. Until next weekend.
This post is insprired by today’s
Daily Prompt Prompt: Awestruck
Tell us about a time you’d been trying to solve a knotty problem — maybe it was an interpersonal problem, a life problem, a big ol’ problem — and you had a moment of clarity when the solution appeared to you, as though you were struck by lightening.
It’s not that his snoring keeps me awake, I’ve gotten used to it. My thought process just never rests. My imagination gets the best of me. And I just don’t sleep well in general.
Sometimes, as I lay next to him, I wonder what is going through his mind. Has he become part of a romantic dream where his arms are wrapped around me as we look out from atop the Eiffel Tower? Does he envision different scenarios of what our lives would be like today had we met sooner? Does his mind wander off into a yes-no frenzy of unanswered questions? Or is he really just in a deep sleep?
Then at some point his hand reaches out and touches me, almost as though its a habit, and I can fall to sleep for a few hours. Until his hand slips away and my eyes open. And my imagination runs wild. And I lay here wide awake, again.
Forty-six years ago today
You were a baby, a little boy
I’m sure you were a sweetie
Who brought lots of hugs and joy
You’ve touched alot of people
With your smile and your wit
Son, brother, husband, father
Our hearts you’ve surely lit
Now you cannot tease me
About being so much older
Age is not about birthdays
It’s in the eye of the beholder
I see you through my eyes
Each day you’re better looking
You’re strong and hot and sexy
And it is not from my cooking
You were such a little cutie
And I’m thankful everyday
That you are my husband
As we both grow old and gray
Happy Birthday Babe
May you have an awesome year
Don’t worry, I’ll always be older
But your just as old, Dear.
I love you.