Looooooooooove

Ok - can I be cheesy for a second? I think I realized what real love is. No, it's not about flowers and candy or sex or even knowing that your mate is a good parent. I remember when I first moved to DC, I would fly home to Connecticut for holidays, etc., on my breaks from school. And one time, after living in DC for a while, I was picked up at the airport. While driving home from the airport, I started to get this feeling while I was driving over the Potomac and I saw the Lincoln and Washington monuments (or was that Jefferson and the White House?). I couldn't place it for a few minutes, but then I realized - I was home. It was the first time I realized DC to be home.

The other night, I was flying home from Memphis and I was exhausted. I was mad at my dumbass boss and frustrated with not knowing whether or not my bluebird would come in. I was in pain - the knees really start to hurt after a few days of walking through airports and squishing into a small seat, undoubtedly next to a heavy breather who needs a seatbelt extender.

Anyway, as we started to approach DC, I found myself peering out the window like a 6-year-old with a shit-eating grin on my face. I couldn't wait for the plane to touch down! (Usually, I close my eyes in fear and wait for the guh-guh, not to be confused with the beating of Patrick Swayze's heart, indicating landing). Anyway, I realized at that moment, that I have true love. Yes, I was happy to be coming home from an exhausting work trip but really, I was happy to be coming home to my "other half". I even had this feeling when I came home from spa. I always get this feeling when I am coming home from a trip. It never gets old. And, I know that I have true love.

And to pay back that love, I will now put on some clothes and go shopping with her for Christmas gifts for her family. And my family. SHOPPING. I hate it. But....I love her.