mush, mush, mush

Ya know, I'm really not a mushy person.

Even after 13 years of being together I get a little shy of public displays of affection.

I'm not a touchy-feely person...although if I'm drunk...watch out...I'll be hugging everyone nonstop while giggling incessantly.

I cannot sleep cuddled up or even with anyone touching me.

I usually sit on the opposite side of the couch when my husband and I are watching t.v.

And, dammit, I do not like ballads.

But this morning, I'm mushy gawdammit!

I got up early of my own volition to see the husband off from work and I'm sittin' here listening to one of the very few ballads that I actually like. It's Stevie Wonder's "I Believe". It doesn't get much more corny that that. (Some of you may recognize it from the end of the movie High Fidelity.

And holy shit is it the mushiest of mush and *so* not my style but I've listened to it about 3 times now.

I'm mulling over something that happened last night between my husband and I and I just cannot help but be absolutely amazed at the love I have for this man.

I swear he understands me better than I understand myself sometimes.

Gawd I love him.