Showing posts with label Love Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love Story. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

What's in a Romantic Relationship


As I'm sitting here this morning, coffee in hand, I have been reflecting on many things. Through my failed marriage, I learned many things, all of which I am grateful I can be open and honest with my ex-husband about. But there was something he said recently that touched me, and triggered these thoughts. He said he was happy I had found someone who loved me the way Logan does, that I deserved that kind of happiness. And over the past few days I have been thinking on this, thinking of the ways Logan loves me and what it means to be in a relationship.

First, let me start by stating with absolute fact that CHIVALRY IS NOT DEAD. I do not care what people say. It is not. I personally feel to say it is dead, is to give young men an excuse to put no effort into a relationship. It trains them up to think women are not worth wooing. Yes, such a statement teaches men to devalue women. 

We also live in a society of female empowerment. Don't get me wrong, I strongly encourage every woman to build their confidence, know they can stand on their own two feet, and can dare to dream BIG. But what about the days when men pursued women? What's wrong with being a fragile, delicate being? When did we lose that? When did a desire to be desired become "high maintenance?" 

Let me tell you, ladies, I have been on both ends of the spectrum. I have done the pursuing and I have been the pursued, but being pursued has been the most fulfilling! And, yes, this is where Logan comes into the picture. At the time I had met him, I was unsure I wanted a relationship. I still felt jilted by the dissolution of my marriage. But I figured if he thought I really was worth it, he would put in all the effort he could, and be patient until I felt I was ready.

Boy did he ever! At the time he wasn't making very much money, but he scraped together every dollar he could, drove 10 hours to where I was at, picked me up, then drove me seven hours to Pensacola, where we spent an amazing weekend on the beach together. He took me thrifting all over town, browsed boutiques with me on the boardwalk, and had a beer with me at a sports bar. He opened doors for me, never once suggested we go dutch on any meal (or that I get the next one), and spoiled me with nonsensical trinkets from the gas station merely for a laugh.

And it didn't end there. In fact, a year later, he still goes out of his way quite often to show how much I mean to him. The other day he sat down and said, "What could be better than this? I've got a beautiful girl, three beautiful kids, and a puppy to snuggle!" (Yes, I adopted a puppy for Christmas. More on that later.)

I allowed him the opportunity to express his desire for me, and IT WORKED! He continues to everyday.

Which brings me to my final point, what can you hope to get out of a relationship? I recently read an article titled "Marriage is Not For Me." Take a moment to read it. Relationships are not about what you get out of them. That is a selfish way of thinking. Relationships are about what you can give. What you can put into it to make your partner feel loved. Christ had a servants mentality while in the flesh, he was humble. I feel that is how we should enter our relationships, willing to give rather than receive.

XO,
Steph

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Thrifting fail


I had been working on a different post for today, but something changed, and I just needed to share it with all you lovely readers.

Yesterday was awful. It was a terrible day that I just wanted over. I wanted to crawl back into bed and pretend I had never gotten up to begin with. It did slowly improved upon a trip to the Goodwill in West Jefferson. (Thrifting is very therapeutic.) As I was passing by the linens, browsing for vintage floral sheets, I saw this darling vase sitting in a shopping cart. Unsure if the cart belonged to someone, I stalked it secretively, waiting to see if said person came back to claim the items.

No one did!


I returned home to find the kids disobeying and offering an unhealthy dose of whining and attitudes. After the day I had had, I did not have the least bit of patience for it. I cut their (late) dinner short and sent them off to bed early. 

This is when I began unpacking my thrifty finds. As I unwrapped my vase, excited to clean it out and fill it with handmade floral's, I noticed it had little cherubs on it. How cute!, I thought. Wait just a moment, is that cherub grabbing the other cherubs no-no spot?! Oh my word, he is!!!

NAUGHTY CHERUB!


Further inspection of my defiled vase revealed the penis shaped spout.

It's shaped like a penis!

And water pours from it!!!

Neither me, nor Logan had noticed this at the store. It just seemed like a pretty pot that no one had decided to claim. After a horrendous day, noticing this was just what we needed. All we could do is stand there and laugh. I mean, I brought home a pornographic vase!

*BA-HA-HA-HA-HA*

Happy hump day!!
Steph
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Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Snookums

First, allow me to apologize for my lack of posts this past week. Life has been busy busy here. Every so often the management at our apartments does inspections, to ensure the residents are keeping the units livable. There are many elderly and disabled people who live here, so I have been helping my neighbors clean and ready their homes. I'm fortunate I got this apartment, given my circumstances, and if helping those around me with little everyday things is how I can show my gratitude, I'm happy to do it.

With that said, inspection is tomorrow and I finally get to do my home today! Yay!!! Or not. Cleaning is not fun for me. I take back my "yay" and offer you an "eh" with a shrug. Much more suitable!

Something I have been wanting to do for a while, introduce you all to my honey. Meet Logan, or as I like to call him, Snookums.
Logan at Boone Gardens

This man is one of the sweetest, kindest, most patient people I've ever known. I met him during the darkest time of my life. I was not a kind person then and he picked up on that. But for whatever reason, he was fascinated by me anyway.

He was patient, waiting for me to come around and be whatever it was he saw. In the meantime, he was a friend when I needed one. This man let me cry on his shoulder, vent when I needed to air my thoughts, and scream if I needed to. He would sit there and let me scream at the top of my lungs.

He was so kind to me, even when I didn't deserve it.

On the days I didn't feel the need to weep or scream because of the circumstances life dealt me, him and I would laugh. I'm talking belly aching laughs, usually at the others expense! It amazed me how easy it was to be around him, how well we got along. It required little to no effort. Even from the beginning, there were no moments of awkward silence, wondering if I should ask something about him or tell some random story to fill the air. It was nice to be quie. And when the moment struck, it was nice to learn something new about him. But I didn't need to know everything within the first week, you know what I mean?

He loves that I call him Snookums. Perhaps you're wondering how he wound up with such a silly name. We had this long running joke about pet names, and we would come up with the silliest pet names we could think of. We never said "Hello" or "Hey, Logan/Stephanie" when answering the phone. We had to answer with another name. One day I came up with Snookums and it took the cake!

So now he is my Snookums and I love to squish him!

Snookums and I on Pensacola Beach

Well, I must get on the ball today. I have some business to take care of this morning and cleaning to do. I have flower petals that have been sitting here, meaning to be sewn, so hopefully I will have a burlap tutorial for you soon.

So much love from me to you!
Steph
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