Every smile has a story but Not Every story has a smile.
Today I will start off by saying thank you to the father of my child. Thank you for being the kind, loving good man that truly loves me for all my insanity. For allowing me to bombard you with all of my adventures. Also for following through with every single one of them even if its breaks the bank. This past Christmas you surprised me with a weekend getaway to Miami, topped off with dinner reservations at the Versace Mansion. My first reaction to this gift was a bit taken back when it should have been an immediate ecstasy. (Little insider my friend and I were planning our very own weekend getaway to Miami. I had to cancel when Andrew presented me with this gift which made me feel icky to have to do.) What you did was extremely thoughtful not thought out like a woman but super spontaneous.I loved it. Which made me remember all the things you constantly do for us. You play on my every word, showering me with gifts, cakes, or even trips. You truly do know how to sweep a woman like me off her feet. This trip was definitely needed, we had both been overworked, overjoyed, and respectfully overstressed about life. It was the beginnings of a relaxing weekend, until you disappointed me, something you have been doing in these most recent weeks. (No need to share the gory details)
I bet you didn’t see that one coming.
Andrew is a good man, in an apocalypse, “pshhh” that man would fight for our survival. He always provides, he loves plenty, he gives more than enough, and he creates beautifully. He’s a total man with a lot of “good” qualities. As with every good i believe lies an inner demon wreaking havoc. Andrew and I, our demons are probably what connected us at first. We were, are, two peas in a pod; extremely passionate, spoiled first born, creatures of the night. It is only now that I am bringing life, where I feel that I have turned into the pooper of the party that Andrew’s hosting. You know the Pumpkin King when he finds Christmas land. I have tried to keep up, but you always manage to take it to another level. It’s exhausting. We shouldn’t be the same people we were when we first met. We should want to better ourselves. Follow the growth. I don’t want to have to feel like I am nagging about what I feel is the right thing to do. I want you to be yourself but I also want you to join me on this next chapter of life.
I could have simply just wrote about this vacation and left out the unpleasantries. Where I shamelessly brag about the great adventure I had. Which I did. How we have become that couple that wanders through a botanical garden. We have. How romantically eerie the Versace Mansion was, and how tiny yet absolutely scrumptious the food tasted. So very true. Even how much fun we had at the Museum of Ice Cream diving into sprinkles, making new friends and trying out melted ice cream. You should go! All of those things happened. We had an amazing trip. To be just as fair, in between that happiness I just so happened to be upset with Andrew for a bit. I did cry, I totally scolded and then I laughed at his stupid jokes. Maybe that’s love. Or our kind of love. I don’t know, I’m just following my heart wherever that may lead me. Fortunately for us, it always finds it’s way to you.
So that was our vacation. Beautiful and ugly. Happy and sad. Completely memorable. Those pictures you see we didn’t smile for them, we smiled for us. It is what this was about. I couldn’t just post my pictures and show you the good parts of the trip, I wanted you to live behind the scenes with me. To see the truth. To show you the honest tribulations of a couple becoming one while still finding time to celebrate one another. It was Andrew that showed me the “imperfections of perfect”. It is I who sees the value in it.
Love More, Peace More, and Roar More.
Your Wild Spirit Guide,