The other day, a friend (Debi *cough*) suggested that I waited for my Piano Man to say I do before letting my body fall apart. I laughed so loud that I’m certain I scared the living Buddha out of most of my neighbors. You see, I had just told my Piano Man, “Hm, they’ve already scheduled me for twenty-one appointments this month. See how clever I am? Now you have no choice but to adore me, even if bits of me start to fall off at random times. I have a ring!”
It is one of our preferred post-wedded jokes. We love telling each other, “Kiss me now. I have a ring.” Or “Show me your [insert body part here *giggles*]. I have a ring.” One of my Piano Man’s favorites is: “Stop telling me how tired I look and lie down, so I can rub you. I have a ring.”
I used to feel guilty about needing to be rubbed every night; particularly after he had spent the entire day playing the piano. But I married the best man in the world, my Wicked Luvs; a magnificent soul who never forgets to tell me, “I’m so proud of you. You are so brave.” Often, as my Piano Man’s strong fingers knead soothing miracles into my shoulder, down my back and into the aches burning my hip, he whispers, “Letting me help doesn’t make you less, Witch. I have a ring. And great hands. And sexy legs.” (Yep, my legendary modesty is contagious *cough*).
A day or so ago, my body and I were dancing merrily (if somewhat tiredly) towards healthy land. Then a few complications jumped in and laughed at my hopes. It’s something new (I’ll probably tell you once I have more details, but I’m not ready to share yet). Anyway, the new findings made me panic. I wanted to cry. And scream. Not because anything hurts more than usual—in fact, the acute pain is considerably less severe than it has been—I wanted to shriek and rage because I’m so damn exhausted of being sick.
I called my Piano Man from the hospital. I needed to share the misery. I can’t remember what he said to me; not the exact words—most likely something profound, funny and bursting with sexual innuendos (the man knows the woman he married). But whatever it was he said, filled my heart with healthy grins and left my soul knowing that I could take on anything my immune system might have difficulties handling. And I will never have to do it alone.
I tied my Self to a Heart that makes me More…
…together, We can do Anything…
We have Rings… and all kinds of sexy bits to explore… ♥♥