12 Days of Christmas

12 Days of Christmas

This year, my offering of gifts to my sweet Romeo came a little bit differently. Instead of waiting until Christmas Eve to open all of his presents at once, he received one a day for twelve days. The 12 Days of Christmas! I stumbled across something similar to this on Pinterest and figured I’d shake things up this year… Quite honestly, it was like Christmas morning for him (almost) every day (a few of the gifts arrived later in the afternoon/evening…) and he LOVED it!

I tried to relate each day to the gift. Some were clever, a couple, not so much:

On the first day of Christmas: sexy underwear. Oh yes, these are yummy…
On the second day of Christmas: 2lbs of his favorite coffee, Blue Bottle
On the third day of Christmas: 3 random things he enjoys. this one made me laugh…
On the fourth day of Christmas: four wine glasses
On the fifth day of Christmas: new comfy sleepy pants
On the sixth day of Christmas: six pack of beer – his choice
On the seventh day of Christmas: seven wild 7’s lottery scratch-offs
On the eighth day of Christmas: bottle of Cline Ancient Vines Zinfandel (sentimental meaning)
On the ninth day of Christmas: box of truffles (pic didn’t turn out, so we had to buy another box! oops)
On the tenth day of Christmas: pair of new leather flops
On the eleventh day of Christmas: a hungry baker’s dozen of his favorite cookie
On the twelfth day of Christmas: twelve new running gear items

All in all, Christmas rocked this year. I’m a very happy girl. Happy holidays to all!

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The Art of “YES!”

I interrupt the “Un-Love Story” to announce that the Real Love Story has taken the next step…

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So Much

So much is going on in and around me, it’s difficult to choose a specific place in which to begin. Quite honestly, I only want to write about one thing: Romeo & Co. (our family). But then again, I really don’t. It’s just one of those days weeks months years where inspiration saturates me, yet I cannot put it to paper. It borderlines sacrilegious! I want to document this.

2011 has been a chaotic dichotomy of Heaven and Hell ~ and it’s only the first week of June. ::sigh:: And while pain (and nearly every other negative emotion) has played a significant role during this time, it’s JOY that triumphs. JOY!!

How can this be? Easy. Love based in Friendship.

I cannot emphasize how incredibly AWESOME it is to be in love with your best friend. It’s weird to me. Perhaps more appropriate: it’s foreign to me. (At least in the form of reciprocity. ) Friendship. True Friendship. The friendship that is self sacrificial, supportive and kind.

What reigns in our relationship? Respect. Trust. Truth. Transparency.

In the face of adversity and in the heart of disappointment, Romeo and I bond more closely together. When the easier option is to walk away, we outstretch our hands and clasp tight.

Partnership. Friendship. Love. So Much Love.

“To love a person is to learn the song in their heart and to sing it to them when they have forgotten.” ~ Thomas Chandler

“It is only in winter that the pine and cyprus are known to be evergreen.” ~ Confucius

“If it weren’t for sorrow and bad times, every day would be Christmas.” ~ Lithuaniun proverb

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One Year

Today, Romeo and I celebrate one year together. One WHOLE year! We laugh, because on one hand the past 365 days have whisked by, yet feel like we’ve been together forever on the other.

My heart is bursting at the seams. I am, by all accounts, Crazy. In. Love. As giddy today as one year ago, one would mistake us for teenage love puppies based on behavior alone… and have zero shame about it here in year 36.

True Love based on True Friendship. It’s all give and take…emphasis on “GIVE”.

So yeah, ONE YEAR!  WooHoo!

 

I love you, Romeo. xo

Check. Check. Smile.

It has been awhile since I have addressed the Bucket List

Over the course of merely 2 weeks, I was able to cross off 2! (The fact it’s taken me nearly 2 months to write about it? Well, I’m just trying to keep the deux theme going…)

I may also mention that both were in the company of Romeo. Double score! (I have an inkling that we’ll  be seeing a pattern in that arena.)

First Item: Cutting down my own Christmas Tree.

Yep, Romeo and I had been eyeballing a fabulous (Charlie Brown on steroids) pine on the vacant lot adjacent to our digs. It was roughly two weeks prior to Christmas when we stole into the night to claim our coniferous evergreen. Armed with a Maglite®, drywall saw (baha) and childlike enthusiasm, we made our way over and Operation: Tree Acquisition ensued.
Our tree is the most beautiful tree I’ve ever had. I use “is” because it’s still up. Yes, I know it’s February. I can’t seem to break it down… I’m emotionally attached to it. (Romeo and I’s first tree on top of the sentimental value of cutting it down ourselves.)

Second Item: Cross-country Road-trip.

East coast to west coast, baby! Seriously, this homeland traverse was extraordinary. Commingling previous steps with the untrodden improved and created new memories that will forever be treasured. From the east coast of FL to the west coast of CA, Romeo and I ate, laughed, kissed and savored everything in between.

Two more down, so many to go…

Turn It Up

“We laugh until we think we’ll die,
Barefoot on a summer night
Nothin’ new is sweeter than with you”

~ Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

The One

Romeo.

Funny. It’s all quite a twisted turn of events that I can attribute only to fate. The world works in wild and mysterious ways and I’m ecstatic to be a product of this very cliché.

So yes, two years after my furlough out West, I’m essentially the happiest housewife that has ever lived. (minus the married part.)

There are a plethora of aspects to touch upon, yet my mind is vacillating on where to begin…

«Rewind«
Being a single mom in the dating pool was enchanting…for one hot minute. The allure of the freedom to choose a partner quickly transformed into the arduous task of weeding through the available, or more congruous in my case-unavailable, men. Accepting not one, but THREE little Munkees proved to be a somewhat daunting task, coupled with geographic restrictions…oh, and if the above wasn’t an issue…not being a complete weirdo was. *sigh*

Alas, those days have come to an end. Woo to da Hoo! As of March 2010, this single mama is single no more. {insert Romeo here.}

Romeo: Unavailable boy that lived in California.
Romeo: Childless man with *zero* interest in being a parent.
Romeo: Available boy that loves me, the Munkees and is the most amazing stepparent I could ever imagine or hope for.

Wow.

Now, it didn’t happen overnight-this perfect little family… There was acclimation involved. He acquired three littles and I a puppy… (hey, a pet in addition to children is an undertaking!)

Here I am, or more appropriately – here WE are, 9 months later. Happy. Fulfilled. A family.

The fact that Romeo has adapted to parenthood as (self professed) swimmingly as he has, has been a surprise (all things considered). I’m truly amazed. Daily. Love makes the seemingly impossible possible. I believe it. Wholeheartedly.

There is life after divorce with little ones…

Romeo. The One.
Happy, happy girl.