My Love Letter

Dear Bri,

I was watching the Today Show this morning and George and Barbara Bush were being interviewed about their collection of love letters they have sent to one another over the years. As George was reading one of the notes, he started to cry. So, as you might guess, I started to cry too. How could you not? I love that after being married for 49 years, he still cries because he is so overcome with his love for his wife.

I think that is how we will be. Not that you will cry while reading our flirty email exchanges from late 2006, but I know they will make us smile. They will make us remember how we were when we were young, carefree and hoping to fall in love.

You sent me some of those emails last week and I found myself laughing out loud. It seems so long ago. We've been through a lot since than. Life isn't as carefree but with each day I love you more and that says something!

I hope you know how much I love you as my friend and as my husband. You make me feel so loved and so beautiful. I am so thankful God made you for me.

I know I am sassy, inpatient, have a mouth like a trucker, and am easily annoyed a lot of the time, so thanks for being my Valentine in spite of those things. That is not lost on me.

I am excited for our date tonight and the exciting news that is bound to be coming our way.

Love,

Me

Air

So many years ago my friend Galen and I were discussing a friendship I had at the time that took a lot of effort. I was trying to decide if it was even worth it. He was so sick of my complaining and one day coined a phrase that I've held dearly ever since...

"People either give you air, or take your air"

It is simple, it is the truth.

Now, every friendship is give and take. We always take turns holding the other up, but when it stops being a reciprocal relationship, is when it is hard. When you find yourself exhausted after talking to a friend, or ignoring the call because you don't feel like putting on your therapist hat for the 2000 time that week....those are the friends that are taking your air.

I have taken my air very seriously, and have "cut" friends over the years if necessary. Some have come back, some never have. And that is ok too.

But I will say at this point in my life I have pretty phenomenal friends. When Brian and I met he couldn't get over how many good friends I have, separated into all of these little groups from different times in my life.

Last night Brian and I were talking about all of you- and how good you are. This weekend a friend from each segment of my life reached out to us...either in email, text, voicemail or in person to say hi, to bring us a yummy dinner or dessert, to say they are praying for us as we head into our last fertility treatment. Brian looked at me last night and said, "You really have the nicest friends!"....and I smiled....'cause I do!

I am feeling very thankful today for all of you, my friends!

The Tree

BEFORE:
AFTER:

I've been informed a 4th session is needed in a few weeks to finish the shading.

I will publicly admit that I do think it looks better after this latest session. It is still a ginormous tattoo, but Hubby wears it well.

Date Night at the Tattoo Parlor

Mr. Dew loves tattoos. Mrs. Dew isn't a big fan. I mean, not a big enough fan to get one myself. Not to mention my mom would kill me if I got one (yes, at 36 I still fear my mom)

When we met, Brian was wearing 3 tattoos. We were "on a break" for two weeks early into our relationship and it was during this time that #4 appeared on his body. And not only did it appear, it takes up a ton of space....shoulder to elbow.

It's a tree. A huge freaking tree. The meaning is something along the lines of his ability to survive the seasons of life.

He adores it. People who like tattoos adore it.

I make fun of it every chance I get.

That said, I can appreciate he likes the art of tattoos and for xmas I gave him money to a multi hour session with his tattoo guy. The session begins tonight.

I hear the tree is really going to come to life tonight . I am still lobbying for a picture with our names like this:


I have been turned down quite a few times. Apparently the only names going into "The Tree" are those of our children.

I will admit I have half interested in seeing what this hoopla is all about.

Pictures of the masterpiece to follow fo sho!

Spare a Prayer?

In the coming weeks our lives are either going to take a sharp left or sharp right...either will be ultimately be positive, but the anxiety of the unknown is hard to manage at times.

We are trying to remain upbeat and positive but the tossing and turning that is going on in the BDew bed during the night tells both of us the other is lost deep in thought.

And be sure to throw an extra good wish on Monday morning if you happen to think about it :)

I promise to return the favor.