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Love Notes: Think Happy Thoughts

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It’s been frighteningly good around these parts. Our evenings have induced way too many carefree spells of laughter over old episodes of Modern Family, neighborhood gossip, and our broken dishwasher. Daylight savings, even with all of those terribly early sunsets, make it particularly cozy and happy when the alarm sounds each morning. We even cuddle in bed for ten minutes waiting for the snooze button. I cuddle with Misha, that is. I save my cuddles for cats, not the husband. And, it’s just been generally great around here.

Ever go on weekend getaways that just leave you feeling more exhausted on Sunday evening than you felt when you left on Friday? Yeah, we’ve seen our share of tiring weekend vacays. When we skipped out of town for our anniversary a few weekends ago, it was nothing of that sort. In fact, I don’t think we’ve had a trip as relaxing as that one since our honeymoon. And that’s saying something.

We’re baking brownies on Monday nights just to have something sweet, ordering extra large scoops of gelato and real, rich Italian hot chocolates to tide us over til dinner, and we’re planning to start going to the gym again…. sometime soon. Things are just very, well, relaxed and that feels good.

I also bought a ton of candles from Home Goods of the “Santa’s Pipe” Yankee Candle scent and that’s helped out, too. It’s not really Christmas-y, which makes it acceptable to burn in early November. It reminds me of that line in The Parent Trap where she remembers her grandpa’s smell. It’s that peppermint and pipe tobacco combination that really does make a home a home. And to think, I hate smoke. Allergic to it, nonetheless. Pipe tobacco’s different, isn’t it? And the house is so warm with that smell permeating the walls.

We’re feeling good about this third year of marriage. It’s filled with tons of extra kisses and “I love you’s” and a generous helping of comfort. I feel like a different sort of wife, and he’s a different sort of husband, and while things aren’t completely perfect (we still have that dream house to hope for in our new town somewhere away from here), things seem perfect for right now.

And happy thoughts breed more happy thoughts, so I’m ready to bring on these holidays. You know?

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