Katy Perry has this song, "The One That Got Away", and it's been on the radio a lot this past week. I say a lot, but really, I don't listen to the radio much these days (minus the good ol' Dave Ryan show!), so maybe what I really mean is I heard it probably twice, or potentially even just once and a half...? :) Point is, every time I hear it, I get a little sad. Actually, truth be told, before I get sad, I usually think about how everyone believes that song is about that one guy from Sons of Anarchy, and how he went cray cray and shot some lady and himself last year. And then I get super depressed about that, and how sad it is. But after that divergence into a mini-'pression, THEN I get sad about the actual song.
The song is written with such longing, and to me, that is just heart-breaking. But you know what I feel immediately after the sadness (which came after my depression of the Mr. SAMCRO situation)? Immense joy. Why? Because her story is not mine. Because I am married to the love of my life, and while I may have let other things slip through my fingers, I didn't let Ryn get away :)
But let's rewind, let me expound on this whole immense joy thing.
Every once in a while, your spouse can become a little bit like furniture. This analogy is something that my bestie and I made up and have used since high school. The basic concept is that while you love your furniture, and you need your furniture, you sometimes forget to appreciate it... because it's always there, always comforting, always supporting you(r butt), etc. And sometimes, especially if you've been together for a while, yo' shorty starts to be a lil' furniture-esque.
And every time I hear this song, or pretty much every other "loved but lost" romantic ballad, I get a huge smile on my face. The kind of smile that anyone else watching would probs think "What a terrible person, smiling at the pain and heartbreak of others!" But no, really, I am just smiling because it reminds me of how lucky I am. It reminds me not to make Ryn furniture.
Because here is how lucky I am: This man has stood by my side for well over a decade, been my love, my best friend, my baby-daddy, my listener/nodder, my caretaker, my financial guru, my tear-catcher, my teammate, my spiritual leader, my encourager, my expert consultant on all things technical/electrical/constructional/etc, my workout buddy, and last, but certainly not least, my extremely handsome hubs. He is patient, kind, loving, hilarious, silly, genuine, and practically a genius. He works so hard for our family, to provide for us, keep us safe, and well-loved. He is our superman. He is MY superman.
Of course, this didn't happen by accident. I chose him, above anyone and everyone else. And he chose me (thank God!).
I don't have a one that got away, and for that I am eternally grateful. So when the going gets tough, or the tough wanna sit on a super comfortable couch, that gratefulness reminds me that my hubby will never be furniture in my life. He is something to be cared for and treasured, each and every single day.
So don't let your loved ones be furniture either - trust me on this one, you need them way more than a great place to sit!
Thanks for the reminder Katy Perry (also, good luck finding someone WAY better than John Mayer... not sayin' just sayin') :)
Of course, this didn't happen by accident. I chose him, above anyone and everyone else. And he chose me (thank God!).
I don't have a one that got away, and for that I am eternally grateful. So when the going gets tough, or the tough wanna sit on a super comfortable couch, that gratefulness reminds me that my hubby will never be furniture in my life. He is something to be cared for and treasured, each and every single day.
So don't let your loved ones be furniture either - trust me on this one, you need them way more than a great place to sit!
Thanks for the reminder Katy Perry (also, good luck finding someone WAY better than John Mayer... not sayin' just sayin') :)
