How do you find words to describe the kind of love you feel for someone? Where would you even begin? I’m never at a loss for words but when I try to put into words what I feel for you, I’m stuck. Perhaps it’s because there are no words. Maybe I can’t seem to find them because they don’t exist. And maybe they don’t need to….because you just know.

You represent everything that’s good and happy in my life. Seeing life through your eyes and sharing every day with you is the greatest blessing I’ve ever been given. I’m so thankful to God for all that you are. There are days when I wish I could just be in that moment with you forever. Yesterday was one of those days. I felt so utterly consumed with emotion and love for you because that was your day. The day that God set apart just for you…for your grand entrance into this vast world. Your life and your journey began…and it’s led to our journey. With all my heart and soul, I love you. And I’ll never be able to fully understand why or what I did to deserve your love back. So unconditional and whole.  And though the thought of grey hair scares the socks off me, growing old with you makes me so happy. Because I know that with each passing year, we’ll experience life together.

As we gathered last night for a family celebration, so much love surrounded you. I tried to take it all in and as I squeezed your hand and you squeezed mine back, I prayed you wouldn’t forget the love in that room. Because loving you is just so simple and so beautiful. So Adi, Happy Birthday. Over and over again…

*You may remember this background from this post. I flew to Georgia for the wedding and Adi met me up there a few days later. I loved the location so much, I just had to go back…with him.

Yesterday morning, I woke up excited. This is unusual for me as I usually wake up exhausted and grouchy. It doesn’t matter if I’ve gotten 3 hours of sleep or 15, I’m still tired. And until I splash cold water on my face, you don’t want to encounter the wrath that is Diana in the A.M.  But yesterday, I woke up so chipper, I gave the birds a run for their money. Why you ask? Well, because you see, I had this whole day devoted to shopping. No, no…not that kinda shopping. I’m referring to the kind for household items… like soap and Perrier. Totally random, but much needed items.

On my list, were ingredients for a wonderfully rich soup I found in cyberspace. The picture was what sold me. It looked amazing. Half the ingredients included vegetables I’ve never even heard of, but who cares? It LOOKED yummy. So I set out to make it. Well, 30 bucks and 1.5 hours later, Adi and I sat down to try this beautiful and tasty soup. Internet, I’m pretty sure the soap I purchased earlier would have tasted better. It was horrible..awful…and bitter.  But because both Adi and I were well aware of the money we spent to make it, we sucked it up and ate it. Matter fact, Adi ate TWO bowls. Either his taste buds were defected, he wanted to squeeze every penny out of his meal, or he felt sorry for me.

After last nights major disappointment, I promised Adi I would retire that recipe indefinitely and make some tried-n-true, good ol’ mac n cheese instead. Happy Thursday everyone!!

I consider myself a pretty productive person. If I want something done, I do it. And if I can’t do it myself? I beg someone else to do it. I gotta admit, the latter doesn’t seem to work as efficiently though…When Adi and I sit and watch TV, I almost always have my laptop out as I work away. And I can totally focus on both. I know, super talented. Truth is, I feel so unproductive giving all my attention to one thing only. This always puzzles Adi as his focus CANNOT be divided. If Adi’s watching a movie, even his facial expressions are so in tune to what’s going on, you’d think he was Denzel Washington’s leading co-star. If Denzel’s getting beat up, so is Adi. And if I dare ask him a question, it’s either a). ignored b). answered so quickly, I swear he spoke Swahili or c). a stare so blank, he looks like he’s clueless as to who I am and how I got in our house.

My only hindrance to my productivity is my horrible memory, which those who have read previous posts know all about. So to prevent this, I leave myself post-its for everything. Need milk. Post-it. Remember quiz. Post-it. Cousin’s bday. post-it. And lists? I get SUCH great satisfaction from crossing things off. Make dinner? Cross off! Wash dishes? Leave blank till husband comes home.

Thanks to my 5-star focus system and all my post-its, I am all caught up with my editing (HALLELUJAH!) and have almost finished remodeling our master bath, all while catching up on LOST and The Bachelor. BOO-YA. It’s gonna be a good week in Diana’s world…

Btw, I realize my thoughts are very random and unorganized for someone who’s supposedly a professional focus-er but hey…they’re mine and I’m just soooo suave like that. Yup.

Proof of me multi-tasking and being all productive….please don’t mind the fact that my hair looks similar to a wet cat’s. Thank-you.

Saturdays have always been my most favorite day of the week. When I was a kid, it meant sleeping in and no school. Now, it still kind of means the same thing. Its the one day a week I sleep past 8am and the one day a week I have with Adi from start to finish. When we first got married, we were both unemployed. Adi would apply for jobs every. single. day. Call us naive, but we always thought that once we graduated college, jobs would just start knocking our door down. Not exactly. Had I known the economy would flop in my prime years, I’d have at least started a savings account…or somethin’. Lucky for us, Adi worked with my father on the weekends and we made enough to “just barely” pay our bills…thanks dad, for always over-paying him. I love you.

We lived off of frozen dinners and woke up daily to no real schedule. We’d go to a few classes a week as we figured a continued education would help our situation out, but for the most part, we enjoyed being in our pj’s till noon, taking walks together whenever we wanted, making breakfast together, and watching movie marathons until odd hours of the night. After all, we had no job to report too the following day. I remember days when we’d sit in bed and talk for hours and hours about everything and nothing at all.  It was my most favorite time in our marriage. We lived off very little yet we were so content. So carefree.

Of course, Adi being the protective husband he was, began to feel the stresses of needing a job to provide for his family … a.k.a. my shopping habits.  And I? I told him to cherish this time we have. I told him to stop worrying and live in the now…because that job will come. And it will never be this way again. As if I was some sort of prophet, a job opportunity presented itself soon after and Adi began working while attending grad school. And just like that, our mornings sleeping in, our breakfasts together, our all night movie marathons came to an end. When I think about that time we had together, I feel so blessed. So happy that it was in our first year of marriage where we had all the time in the world to focus on just each other. Since we can no longer do those things 7 days out of the week, we make sure that our Saturdays are exactly like our first year was: spending hours and hours talking about everything and nothing…filled with time for just him and I…and it helps that we can trade in frozen dinners for date night at our local Thai restaurant and an occasional shopping spree for me. Adi, I love you for working so hard for our family so I can pursue my dreams…and for my weekends with you.

I love warmth. There’s nothing better than the hot sun beating on my skin. So here I am, in my own cozy home…freezing. And it has nothing to do with the temperature outdoors…it’s in the low 80′s for goodness sakes. Not my house…nope. My house is a constant 69 degrees. As I sit here writing this, I’m in full uniform…socks, sweatshirt, two blankets…heck, I may as well have gloves and a scarf on. My husband? He sits next to me in his shorts. Shirtless. Lovely.

When my girlfriends come over, I hand out jackets like I’m handing out jolly ranchers. Thanks to my always hot husband (in both senses of the word), I am going to have arthritis by the time I’m in my early 30′s. Asking Adi to turn up the AC is like asking him to go shopping at the mall…torturous. He pouts with those adorable eyes of his and I just can’t resist. So instead, I layer and sip hot tea. Adi, you’re lucky you’re so cute. But don’t blame me if I start wearing one of those hideous snuggle blankets.