what is love?

Love is:

• accepting the other person for who they are;
• remembering their favourite snack when you’re grocery shopping;
• apologising when you’re wrong (none of this, ‘Love means never having to say you’re sorry’ bullshit);
• caring about their opinion on things, unimportant and important;
• being kind to their family;
• sneaking out to the couch when they snore, rather than irritably rolling around in the bed so they’re disturbed (it’s not like they can help it!);
• being there for the good times and the bad times;
• facing the world together;
• being their best friend.

weekend update

It was a good weekend.  This is partly because I had a holiday on Friday, which was a bonus.  Seeing L at dinner on Friday night was really great.  Afterwards, SO said to me, ‘Now I see why you miss her so much’.  There’s just something about being such good friends with somebody that you can slip back into that perfect naturalness and relax.  Time and distance doesn’t affect it.  Nothing does.

I was a good girl, and actually did some significant work on our taxes on Saturday.  It’s a miracle! <roll eyes>.  While I loathe paperwork, my understanding of the taxation legislation is better than SO’s, so doing the hard yards to get the info ready for our accountant is my job.  Still, I’ve done the majority of it now; I should be able to finish it off this week if I do some at night after work.

And today, I actually got outside!  I had exposure to the great lightbulb in the sky!  I did some weeding of the front garden and lawn.  It desperately needed it.  There was one weed in the lawn that was about a metre by a metre.  This is a single weed.  We were starting to become scared that we were being colonised.  Hence, my gardening efforts.  I spent three and a half hours out there, and made a reasonable dent in the work that needed to happen, so I’m feeling pretty proud of myself.

And, incredible though it may seem, I also cooked dinner both Saturday night and tonight.  Last night was chicken and corn schnitzel with lots of salad, and tonight was spaghetti bolognese.  Poor SO.  He never gets homecooked meals.  I realised how much he missed them when his little eyes lit up at the sight of the salad last night.  He hoovered the majority of it down, making little happy noises as he ate.  This is the man who, when I met him, didn’t eat vegetative matter unless it was cooked.  No salad, thank you!  So the fact he was so delighted to have it for dinner makes me feel really bad.  Either he’s learned to love it in the last few years, or he was on the verge of scurvy.  I suspect the latter.

Anyhow, it’s been a good weekend.  And in a few weeks’ time, we’ll actually have a week off, together, and we won’t have any renos planned.  It’ll be like Heaven.  I’m not sure what we’ll do with ourselves, but I don’t really care either.