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Romantic Attachments and the Fortune Cookie

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My husband and I were enjoying a quiet, kids-are-out-of-the-house dinner date at home.  Eating Chinese take-out, talking without interruptions, laughing at silly inside jokes, you get the picture.  Then we get to the “opening of the fortune cookie” ritual.  My slip of paper was of no consequence and is irrelevant to the post at hand.  Ed’s paper however, said the following:

“Don’t expect romantic attachments to be strictly logical or rational!”

My sweet husband held this small piece of paper up beside my face, read it out loud, looked at me, looked back at the paper, nodded, and said, “Yep, I can see that.”

I laughed indignantly, pretending to be insulted, but it was too funny to be.  Besides, I was strangely flattered to be considered illogical and irrational.  Don’t ask me why; it’s probably some side effect of being a musician.  🙂

Romance is wonderful, heady, lovely, and yes, sometimes illogical and irrational.  But marrying Ed was the most logical and rational thing I have ever done, and I’m glad that he romantically attached himself to me.

Slainte, Lisa

 

Two Hearts Are Better Than One

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My husband found this double-hearted leaf yesterday and brought it to me.

It had fallen from a tree and was laying, unappreciated, in the grass until then.

The leaf’s hearts are delicate, and easily torn and ruined without care and love.

And sadly, by this morning, it was starting to dry up and wither apart from its tree, the vine, the branch which gave it life.

Love is like that.  We need each other to be tender, nurturing and caring in order to live and thrive and grow properly.  We need to appreciate each other and not let others just lay around unseen.  We need desperately to be hooked up to our life source, Jesus, who gives us abundant life beyond imagining.

Find your leaf today and love it and nurture it and really see it.  Slainte, Lisa

Two Peas in a Pod

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Ed & I in Powerscourt Gardens

I woke up this morning feeling a little tired.  As I made my way downstairs to assemble the morning lunch sak sandwiches, I glanced over at my husband.  He was feeling the same way; I could tell without having to ask a word.  We gave each other the space we needed to wake up slowly.  That’s how we are…we are two peas in a pod.  Two sailors navigating the same boat.  Two lovers lost in a haze of joy and rapture.  Two friends talking about the same joys and hurts and hopes.  I know….enough with the cliches already!  There is never a good and perfect way to talk about love.  You just know when it’s right and true, and you know that it’s the thing that you want to protect and cherish at all cost.  So honey, if you’re reading this, know that I cherish you.  I hope you are waking up out there in the big bad working world, and making a difference for all those people in the Nuba mountains.  I’m proud of you, and I’m glad to share this pod with you. “Always remember to forget the troubles that passed away. But never forget to remember the blessings that come each day.” – N. McCarthy, Irish blessing Slainte, Lisa

A Basket of Crackers, Anyone?

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Life is funny.  And the strange, odd things that occur are sometimes the funniest.  Like yesterday, my husband and I went out for a nice lunch together at a nice Greek restaurant.  We order, and as we’re waiting for our meal, the nice waitress calmly brings our drinks, and a large basket filled up with saltine CRACKERS!  Now, maybe I’m not up-to-date on Greek tradition, but this struck us both as hilarious.  Here is the aforementionned basket.

Now that’s a lot of crackers to eat, unless you’re extremely fond of saltines, or you belong to a family of 18 people.  We started laughing, and couldn’t stop.  My husband who happens to love crackers, could barely eat them.

The child in the booth behind us began peeking around and staring at us.  We knew we had to pull it together.  Thank God for laughter; it was better than 40 hours of therapy and massage put together.    Here’s a new Irish blessing for you…May you have all the crackers you need, and never reach the bottom of your basket.  🙂  Slainte, Lisa