Saturday, July 21, 2012
In my world, there are no power outages leaving us in sweltering heat, no grouting in the shower that needs to be replaced, no weeds to pull, no raccoons pooping on our deck, no anxiety from the daily mess of life, the stress from which would make a Navy Seal feel like “Flat Stanley.”
In my world, I’m married to a beautiful blonde who still looks exactly like the college picture of her I carry in my wallet. In my world, whenever she walks into the room, no matter what’s happening that day, all I see is the two of us sharing a palm tree at the edge of a turquoise ocean.
I live in a fantasy work and it’s all her fault – and only one of countless reasons that I always have and always will love her.
“Hey, good morning. ..Where are you?” I hear her coming down the stairs.
Jeez, she’s up early. I’ve got to hurry up and post this.
“Happy anniversary, honey!” she tells me, cruising into the kitchen where I’m typing frantically at the table.
“Hey. You too!” And then I realize, pressing the WordPress “Publish” button in the nick of time, looking up to see her smiling at me… It’s all true. I really am married to a beautiful blonde.