Is it time to go to Maui yet? Right now I'm sitting here on the couch with my legs lying over Dave while he plays Angry Birds on his new iPad and I write. It's something so simple, so comfortable, so natural. Honestly, I miss him and I'm super excited to have him all to myself for ten whole days. Although I love our friends, need our jobs, and have to deal with our other responsibilities they all take time from just us hanging out and doing what we want when we want it. I know that much of this feeling of lost time has a lot to do with the fact that we don't share nights and weekends anymore. When I was working days like a normal person, we had that much needed time to allow us to continue to grow in our intimacy.
Intimacy or intimate is a word that I really enjoy. I like the fact that it has different levels of meaning. Much like the word love. Many time people think of "intimate" moments are sexual or erotic in nature and it's not inaccurate. It is a classy way to talk about sex without using words that some might find lewd, inappropriate, and unnecessary. However, the word intimate can be used in so many other discussions. A parent can have an intimate moment with their child and no one considers the word sexual in nature there (at least I hope not, ew). One might have an intimate and candid conversation with a lover or friend. A concert with many people can still be deeply intimate. There are times when people don't even realize they are being intimate while in public and you get that warm joy of being intimacy's witness. Plus I like the way the word sounds. It just rolls off my tongue. I've never really had a favorite word before but I think I've found my first one.
Alright, I'll consider this post written for the day.
No comments:
Post a Comment