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Life Lessons: Kiss Me Anyway.....


Yesterday I was mad.

I mean boiling-point mad, at my fiance'. I think it's the stress of everything. Wedding planning. New Home. New Job. My mother being ill. I've been ill......a lot of stuff. And it all spilled over one fateful Monday. Well actually, to be fair, it started on Sunday, and spilled over into Monday. I had had it up to HERE with everything, and that included my fiance' (quite unfairly).

We rode to work together in relative silence, only chuckling here and there over the morning radio show. As I exited the car, I said "Ok bye"...and entered my building.

Later on that evening, he returned home. He said his day was "just ok" which to me translated into it being kinda crappy. I was like "Oh"....and he said something very poignant:

"When I dropped you off, you didn't give me my sugar (kiss). When you kiss me, that's my covering for the day...........I missed my sugar. Even if I am mad at you or vice-versa, then kiss me anyway.....".

That dude...wise beyond his years and like a seasoned pro at being married (and we aren't even married yet!)

I kissed him a few times....more than a few times....... *wink* to make up for my lack of kissing him. I learned then I shouldn't do that again.

"The Dude" (as I affectionately call him) kisses me when he enters a room. When he leaves the room. When he comes in the door. Before he leaves the house. Before I exit our vehicle for work...randomly when he meets me in an aisle at the grocery store.......he kisses me.  To know that my kiss, that one single solitary and almost routine act was a covering for him, was really profound and powerful. It reaffirmed that marriage, a union, is indeed a spiritual ministry. It reassures him that I am there for him....I have his back...and I make his day better. Without that support, it can take a turn for the worst. What if I hadn't kissed him and he was gone....and I never saw him again? He got into an accident? Would my one regret be that I didn't kiss him goodbye? That I sat in silence and wasn't affectionate as usual?  I seriously believe it would have been...

Lesson Learned:

..and I will remember to cover him everyday...even when I am mad... I will kiss him anyway....

ETA: My friend R, after reading my blog, brought this video by The Ma'at's to my attention. GOOD STUFF! And check out that kiss!! *woooweee*
 

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