Thanks guys. She's a damn solid person and at least in my eyes, she's one incredibly beautiful woman. I would always rather post pics of her than me haha. I dunno... I'm good TO her and seemingly good FOR her, so that's a fairly sweet buncha' bananas that she's pickin' right from the get go! Anyway... I'll share a fairly gay and sugary moment that I created for her this weekend...
I knew that she'd want to pick up some shells on the beach while we were there. So before the wedding I decided to buy some sort of glass container that she could eventually utilize to contain the aquatic waste. It needed to be pretty of course, and big enough to accommodate most seashells that we might find... Something romantic-looking would really seal the deal! I eventually found at a lobby associated with all sorts of hobbies, a heart-shaped glass bottle with a good sized opening like my ass has... so it seemed really quite appropriate! Bought it, wrapped it up, and hid it from her until after the trip.
Fast forward to the beach and accumulating shells.. and she asks me why I'm randomly scooping up beach-sand in an empty Gatorade bottle. I tell her that I like my martini's dry. And at this point I have to mention that I often enjoy interjecting a little MORE confusion into situations than what's probably necessary but don't lie... y'all do too. Anyway... that was that and we ended the day with 20 oz of sand and a good deal of small [mostly broken] shells and associated sea-crap as our bounty. On the way home she says that it would be neat to have something to put the shells in and I say "cool". For what it's worth to this riveting story... I think that she's kinda forgotten about the sand-filled plastic bottle in the trunk by now, which is right where I'd like her mind to be for this potentially monumental event. Also please understand that there has so far been some degree of sarcasm sprinkled throughout this tale. Figure that might be worth noting for anyone that has not yet read any of my ramblings.
After we were back home and things had settled down, she decided to take a look at her new-found treasures and clean 'em up ( which for some reason was also when I felt the need to share with her that seashells were once an intricate part of living creatures that are now dead). Anyhow... This was obviously the perfect time to give her the container. Damn!.. It was a solid home-run for sure. By the time that I reminded her of the debris-laden bottle of sand in in the car, she seemed like she might be tearing up! Success! We spent the rest of the evening filling up the cute lil' vessel ( actually medium-sized vessel from my experience with common North American jar sizes) and I gotta say that it's pretty neat. Now she's got a truly kick-ass medium-sized memento to commemorate this weekend and since it's not store bought, it's extra legit!
But I gotta say.. She treasures that little fuckin' thing and I like that. I like that I could do something so essentially effortless, that brings her so much heart-felt joy. Five years into this relationship and it's still so easy to do things like this because she's so deserving. She's shown me such genuine love, appreciation, respect, and desire, that it makes doing things like this seem second nature. Never thought I'd be married to someone who would constantly remind me of what an awesome thing 'enthusiasm' and 'happiness' are and I think that;s the coolest part of this story by far.
So shit... I better have a pic of this damn love-jar, huh? No biggie obviously but sometimes, as they say... It's the little things that sincerely matter.
Thanks for reading guys and to commemorate this whole chapter...