I’ve got no expectations
And I fully expect to lose
- Dropkick Murphys, “Ramble and Roll”
Like most of y’all, I work my tail off trying to do the right thing by myself and my family. It’s far too easy to get caught up in doing what needs to be done at the expense of realizing why- and WHO- you’re doing it for in the first place. So it is with She Who Endures My Myriad Eccentricities and my sorry ass. Both of us work hard, and over the years we’ve given up a lot for the greater good- which often means Adam and Eric. This is as it should be, and I have no complaints. Nonetheless, we’ve done damn little that could reasonably be described as selfish. Thankfully, that’s about to change.
Monday morning, we leave to spend five days in New York City. In the six years we’ve been married (as of last weekend), this is the first trip since our honeymoon that hasn’t involved or revolved around Adam and Eric. This trip’s for us, and it’s about damn time. Don’t get me wrong; I love Adam and Eric every bit as much as if they were my own sons, but sometimes you can give up so much that you begin to lose track of why you are where you are. Over time, that takes a toll on a relationship, so now we get to spend some time trying to get to know one another again. For five days, I’m going to try very hard not to care about anything except the moment at hand and the woman I love. I want to relax, have some fun, enjoy her company, and explore a city I’ve never been to before. (AND I get to see a Rangers game!! Yippee!!)
Try not to miss me too much when I’m gone…. ;p)
