Missy Monday's

I want to write more, and why not write about the love I am going to marry next year!! Missy Monday's!! Doesn't it have a cute little ring to it? no pun intended.

Life is so unbelievably random sometimes, but no matter what has happened in my life, everything has a reason for happening the way things do. As frustrating as that may be, on the flip side, it can be absolutely breathtaking. That moment when you realize you have found your reason. Sorry if I may be repeating myself to some of my viewers, but love makes you do crazy things, as I have said before many times; however, this is a different kind of crazy. As if Lianne could get more crazy. I am so head over heels in love with her, it's so crazy.

Her hand fits in mine, her body molds to mine, her lips were made for mine. I knew that very cold sunset moment on the beach in Maine, my favorite spot I visit annually, that this my friends was the start of something worthy, something worthy of my time, love, and devotion. Although, I, like many of you, did not expect it to happen as quickly as it has. But why not. If I have learned anything my adult life, is time does not wait for anyone, life continues moving no matter what you do or don't do, so may as well do the things your heart tells you to do, why wait for the tomorrow you may not have.

You had me at "I will do the laundry from now on....," no but really, you will? Wow, that is amazing. It truly is the little things, the day to day tasks, the tedious stuff no one really wants to do, but that is life and those things must be done, but for once in my adult life, I am not the only one doing them. 

I have found my own little house wife, but that is just one of the many reasons I love her, don't worry. I love the way she loves me, the way she looks at me, the way she thinks I am beautiful when I'm sitting next to her at church cold as hell and my hair soaking wet because we had to shovel and shower quickly before sliding down the snowy road to get there. The way she thinks I'm beautiful and lovely when she is laughing at me because I have to plan every little thing, and then I get mad because I try to convince her and/or myself that I don't have to plan every little thing, sometimes I just like saying stuff out loud, it's my OCD or whatever. haha. And she still thinks I am beautiful, but not just on the outside, the inside too.

These are just some of the many reasons why I know deep in my heart, we were supposed to meet again 10+ years later...

'Til next manic missy monday... hahaha