although I protest the trait often, I must admit I have a fondness for how sappy The Goddess can be. I have never met someone so sappy. I said to her once that we could tap her, boil 'er down, and help solve world hunger she's that sappy.

Her full time job dictates alternating a week of days and a week of evenings. If on days, I drive her to work because she has to be there for 8:15am, and I see my first client a two minute drive away, having to be there by 8:30am. The first such occasion of stereotypical domesticity resulted in her sighing,

"We're driving to work together."

And of course, at 4:30pm, she crooned,

"We're driving home together."

Her reaction to my having dinner ready when she was finished work one day this week was so sickeningly sappy sweet I cannot even write about it.

So, in my natural sardonic way, I have taken up the cause as well by sighing such things as,

"He passed me a pen", and "He passed me the ketchup".

While no one will be tapping me any time soon, my own sap serves a sappy purpose.

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The Goddess and I have a date Friday night. Albeit a month late, it is in celebration of our first anniversary. Her hysterical episode the week of our anniversary prevented us from following through with our intended plans, and it is just now that we have a few extra clams to be able to go out and celebrate. We plan to have a romantic dinner in one of the more posh restaurants in town which has the best Chinese buffet I have ever experienced. While the establishment lacks ambiance, it makes up for it in the food it serves. With full tummies, and after undoubtedly some reminiscing served with a heaping tablespoon of sap, we plan next to take in a movie. Since what is showing changes every Friday, I am not sure what we will see, but I am hoping some cheesy date movie or serious melodrama will be playing. While I am not sappy like Herself, I can be romantic, especially when she is truly herself and can motivate me to want to be. To climax the evening, no pun intended, I am secretly conspiring to spent the night "out", if I can enlist Dawne to take the dogs, that is.

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It is with a heavy sigh of relief that things seem to be returning to a semblance of normalcy and calm within our four walls. It is equally relieving and, too, exciting, to have something special, something romantic, planned that is solely about us, and our love for each other. It is a love that has endured far too many tests within its fragile first year. It is a love that neither of us has had the will, desire, or energy to celebrate in recent weeks, perhaps months, because even our reserves have been fighting the good fight. It has been a fight over boundaries, space, mental health, finances, time, personalities. It has been a fight for us, for our kindred spirits, without which those other things would have no meaning anyway.

Christ, now even I am sounding sappy.

 

Be Well