This morning I was deep in thought… okay, more a state of comatose-ness. While pouring my first cup of coffee I suddenly thought, “Gosh… this coffee was ready and waiting for me when I padded down the hallway rubbing sleep out of my eyes.”
Mr.P the early riser has been a faithful morning coffee pot filler for the last two months. I WIN!
As that first cup of coffee kicked in I noticed the sun streaming through the tree branches. It was just Thursday afternoon when I was sitting out on the patio in the early fall sunshine, feet up and reading. Yard work was done, fence fixed with no chores desperately calling my name.
Mr.P came to the screen door and looked out at me. A few minutes later he set a cold drink beside me and walked back in the house. I WIN… AGAIN!
It’s been 46 years since the two of us tied the proverbial knot and started blending our lives. I unpacked my hopes and dreams. He unpacked his ‘pig trophy’. I cringed. He was proud.
Through the years of continual adjustment, shifting, disagreements, and every day life I have finally figured it out…
Being a trophy wife is not about being young or attractive. It’s not a status symbol. And it has nothing to do with being monetarily rich. These are all the worlds definition and none of it fits my life scenario. I’ve been receiving gifts money can’t buy…
I’ve been gifted with TIME in our relationship that has been growing through our many stages of life… It’s the little things we do for each other that are so easy to miss. A door held open, the dishes put away even if you can’t find them later or the toilet paper roll replaced. They all add up to BIG love.
A trophy is a symbol of achievement.
It’s been awhile, but now, even I am proud of that silly pig trophy…
And I WIN YET AGAIN!