I'm gonna pause today in our love story. Instead of giving you NYC Day 3 (our first day as an engaged couple) I wanted to talk about my weekend. And how I love that almost a year into our marriage, I still get the tinglies when we snuggle.
Last night after church, Jay and I settled in on the couch to watch some TV. We'd binged at my family reunion earlier in the day and neither of us wanted dinner, so I made cheese and cracker snacks and filled the plate up with peanuts.
Remember we don't have cable, so our TV options are limited, and Sunday night is probably one of the worst nights for TV on network stations. We decided on a PBS special about the hunt for giant crocidiles. I promise it was far more interesting than it sounds, or else I would have picked up my newest book review book, Green.
Saturday night we watched Superman Returns together (can you believe I got it out of the $5 bin at Wal-Mart?) and so after the croc show went off, Jay asked if we had any other movies that we hadn't watched yet. When I said we didn't, he went to the entertainment center to get out my Quantum Leap DVD set.
"Lois and Clark? I didn't know we had this! Can we watch it tonight instead?"
He'd never seen an episode, but was still in the Superman vibe from the night before. We snuggled in and enjoyed 3 episodes together, then he watched 2 by himself after I went to bed.
It was a nice break from my calorie counting to just be a regular person and snack with my husband without thinking about it. The snuggles on the couch - the tingly feeling of knowing your world, at that moment, its perfect - were certainly worth shifting my run schedule around. (No way I was going to go to bed at 12:30 and wake up at 5:45.)
I can't describe exactly how we were snuggled. At one point my torso was laying against his legs with my head at his side, another time my head was in his lap. The important part though is that we took time out of our normal activities - calorie counting/exercise for me, working late on his computer - to just be together.
There was one major difference in the tinglies I got when we were dating and he would kiss me, and the tinglies last night. The dating tinglies were more about the anticipation of where the relationship going and wondering how he felt about me.
The married tinglies are even better (who knew?). They're about knowing that I'm with a man who loves me unquestionably. They come from the security I have in his arms. They are about finding joy in the most boring PBS shows or in the cheesiest early 90s reruns.
Love is an amazing thing.
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