Today being Veteran’s Day holiday, Mr. W and I went to Knott’s Berry Farm for free. He just had to show proof that he’s a Vet. (Vicky and I joked on the phone the other day that Mr. W was a Marine in WWII, and then she went even farther back to say that he’s a Civil War Vet. Haha, making fun of our age gap still ain’t gettin’ old. Pun not intended.) It was a really fun day, blue sky, sunshine, temperature easily in the 90s in the sun. It was like summer again. (I told Mr. W that my commenter ‘k’ recently told me that they had snow flurries the other day in Minneapolis where she’s located, and that she’d laughed at me when I had to tell her I didn’t know what snow flurries were. Mr. W, a Chicago native, laughed at me, too.) The roller coasters were great, and I even enjoyed standing in line with him. I noted that he spent a lot of time staring at the back of my head today. I had such a great time, I asked him, “Is it like this being married?” He would know, right? Unfortunately, his answer was that married life has added stressors of making mortgage payments (which can’t be a big deal; I make mortgage payments now anyway), of feeding kids, providing diapers, of kids outgrowing their clothes and shoes, paying for college. Okay, so that would be new for me, but I think I’d be more worried if my kids WEREN’T outgrowing their clothes and shoes or going to college. Speaking of kids, I had a small realization today while in line. I told him, “Remind me to NEVER let our kids have sugar. Never. [*looking at the fake-log walls of the building we were walking in*] Or gum. No gum.”

Days like today, and like yesterday, when Mr. W drove us to LAX to pick up my parents upon their return from China and then we hung out at my parents’ house while they showed off all their new loot and made us see all their 350+ photos as fed by digital camera into their bigscreen TV, I am really happy with my life, and with my relationship. I feel so lucky.

Things I loved:
* Mr. W hugging me when we’re in line, generously sprinkling kisses all over the top of my head
* being able to reach over to Mr. W whenever I felt like it, without being pushed off or accused of being clingy, or having to reel in my emotions and affections
* exiting the restaurant Po’ Folks and walking back to the car, with our arms around each other, and pretending we’re in a 3-legged race while trying to throw each others’ rhythms off, laughing all the way to the car
* him sitting on the floor listening to my dad introducing each photo of their vacation “slide show”, accidentally feeling my cold foot behind him from the couch, and then reaching over and holding my cold foot thru the rest of the slide show in an attempt to warm me up while never missing a beat with my dad