minalisms

Call me what you will, but there are days when I don’t want to share my husband with anybody, not his clients nor his friends, not even his family.

Because after 40-plus-hour workweeks and agendas and impromptu errands and frenetic meal preparations and follow-up chores and ladies nights one evening and tennis matches the next and, oh yeah, sleep, I am territorial about my time with my spouse. In fact, if it weren’t such a crazy move, I’d post a big “Do Not Disturb” sign outside our front door because that’s how much I mean it.

I love Ben because he gets this.

This past weekend, seeing that I was in need of mellow couple time, he took me out on dates. Dates that included sushi, “Julie & Julia,” an art fair, Nutella and a lazy drive one night; and beers, burgers, a nighttime stroll and reminiscing on another.

As I waited to fall asleep late Sunday, I felt like my heart was going to explode from contentment and gratitude. And that is precisely why I married him.

Tags: Ben, life, love, marriage