Parallel Universe

In my heart lies a parallel universe where I’m more than happily married to the man of my dreams, my bestest, best friend, and love of my life. He’s handsome, witty, loving, compassionate, of good moral character, and loves the perfectly imperfect me. Though he’s not to thrilled about my sometimes potty mouth, he accepts it as a part of me and threatens to “put something in my mouth” for each time I curse. Truth be told, I’d curse for the sake of it just to take him up on this threats. *giggle* He sees me as the sexiest woman alive, we have great sex, and love, trust, and respect each other unequivocally.

I digress…In my parallel universe, we live in a nice house, drive nice cars; nothing fancy, but what we can afford and like. We have decent jobs, the bills get paid, and we’re able to vacation a 2-3 times a year both as a family and also as a couple. We have a couple of mini people that we love and adore, a close-knit group of friends, and a loving and supportive family to share our lives and children with. We afford each other time apart to spend with our respective friends and engage in our hobbies independent of the other. We promote the need to remain individuals as well as being a couple in order to maintain harmony and not lose ourselves in titles and status.

“Just because” is a part of how our relationship works because we recognize that it’s the simple things that carry the heaviest weight and we don’t want to lose sight of what brought us together in the first place. We’ll send txts or call each other for no other reason, but to say, “have a nice day”, “I love you”, or “I was thinking about you and wanted you to know”. Romance must be lived not spoken about. When possible, we meet for lunch to break the routine of the day. Sometimes he’ll take a personal day and we’ll get the kids off to school and then spend the day loving and being lazy. Or we’ll go do something that we want to do while it’s not as busy or crowded as it would be on the weekend. Hell, we may even let the mini people play hooky and include them for a day or social abandon.

Each day, we carve out time where we rid ourselves of our duties of being professionals (he's a Manager at his job and I'm a successful writer); parents, and focus on being two adults who love and care for each other. Yes, there are times when we fight and disagree, but we find ways to work it out and resolve our conflicts without hurting the other. I love you starts and ends each day as we know that nothing is promised and we have to take and live each day fully.

My parallel universe, is where I go when my real world tries to get the best of me. One of these days, this parallel universe will exist.

Love to live; live to love!