Bringing me "flowers"

The practice of bringing someone flowers is a bit strange when you stop to think about it in practical terms. Giving someone cut plants to show them you care?

Don't get me wrong, I like flowers in and of themselves. For me, though, it's the thoughts behind bringing flowers that I like more than the flowers themselves. To me, they can say several things:

• I was thinking of you (even if you weren't around)
• I care about you
• I value you enough to spend my time and/or money getting flowers for you
• I want you to smile/be happy
• These are only for your enjoyment (i.e. I don't expect you to share them with me or do anything practical with them)
• and more

I was thinking, though, there are many ways to express these sentiments without the actual flowers. I may add more later, but these are my top 10 ways to"give me flowers" without cutting a plant, in no particular order:

1. Compliment me sincerely and often
2. and Praise me sincerely in front of other people, whether or not I'm there
3. Tell me you love/like me
4. and Tell me specific things you love/like about me
5. Only point out my flaws to help me improve them
6. and Whenever possible, do this in private
7. Try to anticipate little things I might need; if you aren't sure, ask what you can do.
8. Do something on my to-do list without being asked
9. Smile at me for no reason
10. Do something you know I like, simply because you know I like it

..I suppose it's fitting that I came up with 10 ways to spiritually give me flowers, since we pray the rosary in decades, and people have likened praying the rosary to laying spiritual flowers at Our Lady's feet.

It's real now

I've heard people say many times that the first year of marriage is the hardest. I wouldn't say that our 5 1/2 months of marriage have been hard, but we have had our challenging moments.

I've mentioned the extraordinary stuff before (like Mono and living apart half the time, which is ending soon, thank goodness), but there's also been ordinary stuff, like learning to share our space. At first, D felt invaded; "his" condo became "our" condo, which took some adjusting. I, in turn, felt displaced. I had to move myself and a house full of stuff into a condo that was already full.

We have discovered new things about each other. Some have been good, like liking the same cereal, and learning each others' funny quirks, like my talking in my sleep. Some of course have been less enjoyable.
I never realized he was such a pack rat, and was startled by his resistance to give away things he never used, even though it was to make room for me and my things.
He didn't realize that I can be over-sensitive sometimes, and he was confused when I would get upset from what seemed like nothing to him.

The amazing thing, though, has been our ability to talk things out and work on them. We're still working on it, but I'm getting better at speaking up when things bother me, and he's getting used to the changes that go along it being "our" home. It makes me feel confident that we can work out any issue that comes our way.
I've been pleasantly surprised by my ability to forgive and forget. There are times I'll remember that we disagreed about something the day before, but I can't remember what it was exactly. I never been this way before, and I believe that it must be the grace that goes along with the sacrament of matrimony.

It dawned on me while I was driving a few days ago: this marriage thing feels real to me now. At our wedding, I felt like I was at someone else's wedding. The first couple months seemed like some strange, vivid dream. Somehow, the challenges have really made me feel more ready to be a wife and live out my role.

What I signed up for

"I take you to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

This is what I vowed on my wedding day. It seems straight-forward enough, but at times I'm not sure I understand my role as a wife. When do I challenge my husband to be a better person, and when do I accept him the way he is? When do I take care of responsibilities for him out of love, and when do I ask more of him to keep him from sloth? When do I vent frustrations to improve our relationship, and when do I hold them in to spare his feelings? I suppose I have a lot to learn...

I thought, as an exercise, I'd find definitions for some of the keywords in the vows, in hopes of shedding some light on the mystery of marriage:

• take: to receive or accept (a person) into some relation
• true: firm in allegiance; loyal; faithful; steadfast
• honor(n): 1. honesty, fairness, or integrity in one's beliefs and actions 2. high respect, as for worth, merit, or rank
• honor(v): 1. to hold in honor or high respect; revere: to honor one's parents 2. to treat with honor.

This does give me some food for thought.

Update

Thanks be to God, D only has Mono! He seems to slowly be getting better, too.

Somehow, I don't have Mono, though. This whole "kissing disease" thing may be a misnomer.

Jackie Sprat

The poor hubby has been sick off and on for about 2 weeks. He'll be fine for a few hours, then the fatigue, fever, lack of appetite, and such come back. We spent a couple hours at urgent care today. The doctor thinks it could be something serious and wants to run more tests this week. Prayers in this matter are much appreciated.

In the meantime, it seems I'm picking up where D leaves off. He's been asleep since 7 tonight, and I'm not even tired yet at 1 am. He has barely eaten anything tonight, and it's all I can do to keep myself from raiding the kitchen every hour or so.

So together between us both, I guess we are eating enough and getting enough sleep.

Thank you

I've been having a hard time finishing all the wedding thank you notes. One of the main problems seems to be that I smile to myself when I'm writing them, as if I were talking to the recipient in person. All that smiling is tiring. And oh wait, I have to do laundry. Or eat dinner. Or vacuum. You get the idea...

Part-time wife

Because we own two homes with two mortgages, and because I haven't found a job within 30 miles of San Francisco, my husband and I only have spent Friday night through early Tuesday morning together for the last few weeks. Although some of the people I work with have told me they wish they had my situation, I can't say it's ideal. It's like I'm leading two lives: Friday night to Tuesday morning, I'm a married housewife in the big city, and Tuesday morning to Friday night, I'm a working girl with her love 80 miles away--same as I was this time last year. In some ways, it is nice to sort of "ease in" to married life this way, but it also seems like it's making it a longer transition. It's hard to adjust to new surroundings when the surroundings go back and forth between old ones. I trust that God has a plan for us and this experience will help us grow together...for better or worse