A walk in the park

It's just another Sunday. Mine pretty much are predictable and they start off the same as any day of the week.
Disciplined ME--I've become a creature of habit, of routine.
Sunday's are no different for me--prayer, readings, coffee, meditation....not necessarily in that order! LOL
Sunday I meet with a pigeon, head to a meeting where I meet up with another pigeon--and if G-d doesn't have other plans--drive back home and finish out my Sunday as a woman of leisure. ;-)

Today's routine was no different--'cept I stuck a roast in the crockpot before heading out to do what it is that I do......and I stopped at the park on the way home to have a wander around.
I had to admire the sunflowers and grab some photos of them cuz they were just too darn cool.

And now, I'm waiting on the roast and the Brit.
I had a good time reflecting during that walk.

Three years ago I took a walk with himself in the late morning, trying to stay calm and trying to remember that my only 'job' for the day was to get in the car when himself told me it was time to GET in the car....and to not bolt out of the Judge's chambers, of course......Oh.....and to not be the one TO object when the Honourable Judge asked if there were any objectORs.

I did have to sit down upon entering.
And son of a gun if His Honour didn't offer to do the vows with me sitting down. (probably afraid I wouldn't make it standing up, huh?)
The girl, who braved it and stood up with me, informed me later that she was shaking the whole time--more from fear of what she was suppose to do if I headed for the door or collapsed on the floor in a heap than from anything else. She had no doubt it was one of the best things I'd done in my lifetime for ME. But she doesn't suffer from short term memory loss--she had to threaten me when we'd gone to get the license TO do the deal.

I really DID have to go to the restroom at the county courthouse, btw.
And I didn't come out cuz she piped up "don't MAKE me come in there and get you!"
Sometimes it just takes me a while to figure out those new fangled toilets that flush themselves. One cannot leave the toilet unless one is sure the darn thing has flushed. (that's my story and I'm sticking to it--you don't suppose she'll remember they flushed the old fashioned way, do ya?)

I did manage to pull some clothes on.
I hadn't bothered to pick anything out BEFORE the gala event, dontchaknow.
And I DID manage to get in the car.
And we DID manage to get the deal done.
I'm a married woman because of that.
I'm not sure who I'll blame for that--my intent wasn't to marry the man. I guess I'll blame Immigration. *nodding*
Were it not for the 'rules', I'da been content to live 'in sin'. *rolling eyes*
Obviously G-d laughed at MY plans and made the arrangements WITH Immigration........but better I should blame Immigration. I
KNOW they coulda changed their minds--G-d however......is kinda stubborn about HIS plans.

The walk was good.
The Brit will be home shortwith and we'll have dinner.
He'll probably get weepy. He's sorta like that.......
He'll make me coffee after dinner--forgiving me for deliberately chewing with my mouth opened just to gross him out by showing that ABC food--and it'll all be good.

All joking aside--I truly am graced.
I get to love this fella like I've always wanted TO love.
And he loves me beyond beyond.
He even draws beaches for me so I can put my toes in the sea.
He puts up with me singing off-key cuz I can (you try it.......it's HARD not to hit a single note of a well known song as you're singing along!!) and he doesn't usher me outta the store when I get into squeezing the tummies of all the singing Elmo's I can find.
And he's kinda funny.
And really mushy!

And I even sorta forgive him for being English.
ROFL
G-d bless the man....cuz G-d blessed me a thousand fold.
Loving him has been a walk in the park.

Happy Anniversary to us!