Sunday, 22 November 2015

My mind wanders . . .

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 I'm usually the first one up in the morning.  I get up most days between five and five thirty.  Todd lays in bed until about eight thirty.  I don't do anything in the bathroom until after he gets up because I don't want to wake him up . . .  and then I let him do whatever it is he has to do first.   It may sound very unselfish when you first read that I know, but it's really kind of selfish in a way.  I love the way the bathroom smells after he's washed and shaved.  It smells like soap and shaving cream.   It's a nice smell.   A smell that makes me smile and feel happy right down to my tippy toes.  It reminds me that I am not alone here . . .  that I have a pretty special husband whom I love very much.   I cannot bear to ever think of a time that will not be so, and so I am especially grateful for eternal marriage and the fact that we have been sealed together in a Temple of the Lord for time and all eternity.   That brings a special comfort to me, and I know it does to him too.  We are two people who have experienced a lot of loss in life . . . two peas in a pod.  We are the same, he and me . . .

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There is a special comfort to be found in the sameness of these days of our lives spent together . . .  each day following the last in much the same way.  We get up.  We spend the day, usually together . . .  with a pleasant and comforting companionship.  It's nice.  It's like at night when you wake up and reach out in the dark to feel the warmth of your loved one near . . . and you do and it brings you peace.  In the day we reach out with eyes that oftimes meet in understanding  . . .  and a sometimes brief touch of the hand in passing.

I love how most times when I go in the kitchen to do something . . .  he often ends up in there too, making himself a drink.  He likes his hot drinks.  It is almost as if whenever I leave the room, his soul longs to be with me.  Even if I am upstairs working, he will find his way there eventually . . .  just to see how I am getting on.

I like that.

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And when I see or read something which pierces my heart in either a good or a tender way . . .  the first person I want to share it with is him . . .  and it is the same with him for wanting to share it with me.   Or, we finish each others sentences.  Or we will be watching something on the television and immediately happen upon the same thought . . . at the same time . . .  and have both the need to speak it aloud to share.

The beats of our brains and hearts are totally in tune with each other's.

I like that too.

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And no . . . he is not perfect . . .  and neither am I.   We do not get along one hundred percent of the time, but even in our differences with each other, there is a certain sameness . . .  we are attuned.   We are perfect for each other even when we are misbehaving in contrariness, if that makes sense.

I love how he never loses his cool . . . never shouts . . .  or gets really angry.  I love how he is so patient in contrast to my tendancy to  be so impatient at times.  His calm collectedness . . .it steadies my ship, and calms the waves when I feel as if I am in a storm.

This too I like . . .

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 We waited a lifetime for this . . .  what we have, the pair of us . . . like two ships lost upon stormy seas, both seeking ports of haven.  We have found them and desire no longer to sail upon strange seas of unbidden adventures . . . unless the adventure includes the companionship of the other.   Having spent the first parts of our lives apart . . .  we never want to be apart again.

and even though we have loved before, and yes . . . lost . . .  it is as if we had never loved at all, because this . . .  what we have right now . . .  is the pinnacle, and all that we had ever hoped for.

I like that also . . .

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We have found peace and it is in each other, and with each other.

May it be ever so.

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He is my home . . .  and I am his.

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Baking in The English Kitchen today  . . .   Butter-crumptious Coffee and Walnut Slices.  I was sent some cake mixes and icings for review and I wasn't going to just bake a cake mix was I? I just had to do something else with them.

I hope your Sunday is a good one.   May you feel blessed in every way.  Don't forget . . .

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And I do too!

PS - Thanks for reading my twaddle!


  1. Good Morning Marie.

    I loved reading your story of how completes your life and makes you feel secure in his love. It is a thing of beauty.

    Enjoy your Sunday and may you find little gems along the way,

    God bless.


  2. Thanks Suzan! I know I am very blessed. I wish you could find this same joy and happiness. Love you! xoxo

  3. You are very blessed for sure. Hope your Sunday is a wonderful one !

  4. May it ever be so....dear Marie and Todd xxxx

  5. You are a perfect match!
    I hope he reads your dear posts:)

  6. Thanks Pam, I think you were a very blessed woman also to have only been married to the one man. That in and of itself is a special blessing! xoxo

    Thanks Sybil! I am a lucky girl. We need to facetime sometime! xoxo

    Thanks Monique. I am sure he does. xoxo

  7. Hi Marie, what a lovely post! You and Todd are so blessed to have found each other. Just catching up with your posts and you are certainly very busy these days. I'm so pleased you and Todd are enjoying your mission. I've been busy with work but also with my daughter who isn't too well at the moment. After much thought though I have decided to retire, YAAY! I'll be finishing at Christmas and am quite excited. Much love xxx

  8. That is exciting news Kate! You will wonder how you ever worked once you retire, because there are still not enough hours in the day! I am sorry that your daughter isn't too well. I am keeping her in my prayers. Love and hugs! xoxo


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