Bright Shine Star

Oh today’s post may be a little less then coherent, I am sleep deprived. On the upside it is for all the right reasons (she says, offering up a sly smile).

That and I have a new kitten – which decided that I had slept enough this morning.

So Bright Shiny Star Husband is on my mind today. I love him to bits; I could fold him up and keep him in my pocket!

We, not so long ago, had a wedding anniversary – 7 years. And on 11 Feb we shall have been together 11 years. Which makes me feel blessed and old, all at the same time.

We have a romance – in spite of the fact that I am, by no means a die-hard romantic. You can keep your red roses, I prefer tulips. BSS (bright shiny star) Hubby is not a great romantic either. He is the tall, dark and never-express-my-emotions type :D. Oh he has no problem saying “I love you” when it occurs to him – but I doubt I will be getting any hand written sonnets in this lifetime.

So what makes it a romance? A romance that captures not just us, but those around us? Family often comment on our marriage (in a positive way) and friends have sat with us when deciding the fate of their relationships “how can I get, what you guys have”.

Easy – we adore each other. I think he is the best thing since sliced bread. He thinks I’m the bee’s knees. Right now you are thinking “good for you…” with varying degrees of sarcasm. But hear me out, adoration doesn’t just happen. Disney lied – happily ever after is not fate, it is choice.

We choose – we all do. Sure you don’t always have a choice in who you are attracted too (and I for one could not live without the attraction factor) but you do have a choice of who you stay with. 11 years later – we still choose each other. I still choose him for the same reasons I did in the beginning and some more I discovered along the way.

I could choose not to.

I could choose to focus on someone else. I could choose to focus on BSS Hubby’s faults, from short temper to hells annoying squeezing the toothpaste from the middle (why? Why would you? Just squeeze it from the bottom!). Here is the sneaky one – I could simply forget to choose him. Life is busy, complacency/ laziness/ forgetfulness; call it what you want, it is deadly.

Choices can be hard. Choosing him means putting something else down.

I choose partnership, respect and fun – thankfully so does he… and I love him all the more for it.