In the mist of our oh so busy lives The One we forget about the most is The One we should be focused on the most. I fall into this category of so much going on in my head and without thinking it is the […]
This film has been one of my all time favorites since I was about 15. The romance, the fashion, the Audrey. To me this woman was the definition of class (right next to Grace Kelly and Julie Andrews). I love the fact that in interviews it is said that they were scared to have Audrey Hepburn play the leading role in the film version of the book “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”, she was playing a call girl after all. But I am so thankful she did!
Now you might be asking…
“What, Christine, does this have to do with married bliss?”
Well I will tell you. Again one of my favorite movies, and not saying that I was ever a call girl but my testimony is painted with an ugly past. This line has been one of my favorite lines from any movie ever made and was kind of how I always felt. I was going to find my real life someone (somewhere) that made me feel like Tiffany’s…Because nothing really bad could ever happen to you at Tiffany’s…and that would be someone (somewhere) that would make me settle. Adam did that for me. Jesus saved me but He used Adam to do it in such a beautiful way.
On our first Christmas together, the man surprised me with the silliest set of blue footie pajama’s with penguins on them, they have since been lost, more than likely in the flood, but as I put those pj’s on my foot touched something at the bottom…it was a blue box and a white ribbon…you know the type I am talking about…The kind ever girl would love to get once in her life.
Inside was a heart ring, one that I had been looking at getting myself.
It is simple and sweet, but the ring wasn’t the thing that got me, it was the card, a card that to this day I carry in my wallet. Because he is the that someone…The real life someone who makes me feel like Tiffany’s. Since then we have married, bought furniture and no we didn’t name a cat, but we did name 3 dogs. But then again I don’t think I would ever want a cat if it wasn’t like Cat, Cat without a name, a no name slob…Because he pretty much was the most amazing cat…
A year and 4 months after this ring we were married, that ring, that card, that man. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for my engagement ring, my wedding ring and the engagement itself (which is another story for another anniversary), but that heart shaped ring that sits on my right hand and that simple Tiffany’s card will always have a very special place in my heart and when I think back on all the crap that he and I have gone through and all that the future holds I just look at that ring and think to that day and remember this is a man who wanted to make me feel THAT special. Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s special and I am blown away all over again. He would stand in the rain with me looking for a dang cat and then just hold me and kiss me passionately…If we were ever to that point. Don’t think we will be but you never know what the future holds!!
So here is to the last 8 years and to many, many, many more to come. I love you Adam and couldn’t imagine going on this journey without you!!
Sometimes by soul simply can’t handle the beauty that shines through in the morning light. I honestly feel happiest when I am looking at the sunrise, whether over a snow covered field or as it creeps through our kitchen window. It is the most peaceful […]
My happy place…Sitting in the kitchen of my mom and stepdad’s house in New Jersey…A house that still stands but isn’t loved anymore the way it once was. Built in the 1700’s and has stood the test of time…Until now.
That kitchen was tiny and not in a normal, “Oh I wish we had a bigger kitchen…” kind of way but the house itself was only 11 feet wide and it is probably generous to say the kitchen was 10 feet deep. The stove was a smaller stove, build for a smaller house, the table that sat beneath the window had 2 folding wings so if all 4 of us wanted to sit around it for supper we would move it out and fold them up. Normally those 2 extra chairs were stashed away and the wings down, a small table just room for 2. The only cabinets and counters all sat on the one wall. Mom did a great job of being creative on only having a few things but making it feel as if she cooked with more.
Everything was painted white in order to make it appear bigger but there was no getting around the tininess of that space, but with the window open and the light streaming in through the tree it felt anything but small.
Outside of that window was the most beautiful tree. What kind, I couldn’t tell you, but in the springtime it would bloom and the branches hung just low enough that they could be seen peeking into the window, wanting to be a part of the conversation. That tree is no longer there, ripped up from its roots for no real reason.
I remember sitting on the stairs that lead down from the second floor into the kitchen. Narrow and short, even my small behind barely fit comfortably. The stairs were dark wood and the railing painted white. I would sit there Saturday mornings, that was my perch and I would have my coffee or tea with my parents as they sat at the small table under the window. Light streaming in, the smell of spring in the air and birds chirping outside.
I can close my eyes and see the corner cabinet that held my mom’s massive tea collection. I can still see my mom standing in that kitchen getting supper prepared for us or my step-dad standing in the doorway between the hall and the kitchen, right arm leaned against the frame, drinking his coffee getting ready to go to a race on a Saturday afternoon. I don’t have a photo of that kitchen, there might be one in an album of my stepdad’s but nothing that I have myself, but I don’t need one. That image will forever be etched in my mind. I almost love that I can’t go back there physically, that all I have is that memory. Sometimes memories are better than the reality and in the midst of reality falling apart in that family then I am fine just holding onto that memory and never having it tainted or taken away.
That house is no longer ours, that kitchen no longer as loved, that perch no longer mine, that tree no longer there and that family is no longer whole. But the memory of that house, the memory of that place, that time, that moment of quiet…will ALWAYS be the safest, happiest place for me.