Yesterday was my husband’s 56th birthday and he is definitely vintage, not for the number of years he has lived, but because he is–like a fine wine–the best produced in his year.
He is–I think–a hot stud and he would look a decade younger if his hair weren’t almost white. Nevertheless, the ladies like it and are hitting on him more than ever. But, I am not worried, and here is why. Continue reading “My “Vintage” Husband”
Last Sunday, we had just finished lunch, and I was practicing writing letters with my son at the kitchen table, when my husband called my name from the couch. I turned to look at him and with watering eyes he could only whisper, “It’s the same pain. I think we have to go to the hospital.“
The clock stopped, and the memory of his massive heart attack on December 7, 2010 started playing on my mind as if I were in a movie theater. Continue reading “The Beat of Life”
This past Saturday night, my husband and I went out for a drink; it was the first time in over a month. Initially, we were going to have dinner in San Augustine—the oldest most romantic city in Florida–but, as the day progressed, and the exhaustion of a typical Saturday piled up, we felt the weight of an elephant on our shoulders. So, we ended up going to the bar of a little pizza joint two blocks from home.
Prior to leave, we ate a nutritious family meal with the kids—Chinese takeout—then I prepared Bubbas for bed and gave “Sissy” a few instructions before we hit the road. Continue reading “Date Night”
Very often I hear husbands–including mine–say, “Happy wife, happy life,” when they refer to the demands of their spouses which are, many times, incomprehensible to them. Yet, I have never heard a popular saying that refers to the happiness of the husband, hence the happiness of the wife.
You might recall my column from August 12, “Who said it’s too late?” where I told you about the beginning of my husband’s Paleo Diet. Well, it has been over two months, and I have to admit, the changes are considerable and worth sharing.
First of all, I was wrong. Yes, ladies, I said I was wrong. Thank God he didn’t hunt the deer of our community, didn’t wear a leopard leotard, or dance naked by the fire on the back patio. Contrary to my belief, he did stick to eating fruits and vegetables like a rabbit and only lean meats like a grizzly bear. Continue reading ““Happy Honey? Show me the money!””
Vinny Gambini: [sigh] Oh, excuse me, your honor… [exaggerated] Two YOUTHS.
Although Gamibini and Judge Haller were both American, one could say that they were immigrants from different countries, because people from New York and Alabama are so different based on distinction of accent or food preferences. Continue reading ““What is a yute?””
Two weeks into the longest vacation I’ve taken since I got married, I can already hear the anxiety in my hubby’s voice. Besides “I love you and I miss you” at the end of every phone conversation, last night my husband said to me: “Baby, I’m so bored”.
No matter how busy our days are, husbands and wives share a special space in time, that regardless of length, builds the ties of marriage. When one is single it is hard to imagine thinking about anybody else but yourself. Continue reading ““Baby… I am so bored””
As you read this week’s story, me and my son are at the Orlando International Airport soon to board a Copa Airlines aircraft with destination to my home country, Colombia. For the first time in 10 years since I moved to the US in 2005, I will be staying for a whole month in Bogotá –my vacations so far had always been two weeks max. So, if I am happier than a pig in mud, imagine my Mom; I am her only daughter and my son, her only grandson. Needless to say I felt excitement prior this trip, but also worry; I am leaving my husband in charge of all the duties around the house, and taking care of our doggies, Rusty and Sasha. Continue reading ““Off course I know how to use the washing machine!””