The Perfect Evening

Yesterday: Woke up, hung out with love of my life while he got ready for work. Laughed. Lived in my happy bubble for about an hour. After he went to work, I got into some reading material that hurt my heart in a very personal way. Became bummed out. 

(I KNEW what I was reading would hurt me. Still deciding if I should ever read anything sent by this person again)

Had lunch, talked with Jess. Felt way better. I love Jessica. She is one of the best people on the planet. If you know her, you're lucky.I talk her ear off about the same thing over and over, and she lets me jabber on anyway. She is the best. 

Went to Stratford for Drama Club. Trevor and I run a performance workshop for 1st-5th graders. His idea/brain baby, but I assist in any way I can. I found Mad Lib-style children's scripts. The kids filled out the words to classic stories, then picked a puppet. Trevor and I read the scripts out loud and did all of the different voices while the children performed onstage in the puppet theater. The parents were laughing, the kids had a GREAT time. My favorite mad lib line? From Little ________ Riding Hood:

"Oh no! Mr. Penguin! Are you sick in bed with diabetes?"

After drama, went home to meet up with Trevor and Shea. Shea was excited about her new biker shorts she wore for dance. I used to get pretty excited about biker shorts when I was 7, also- except mine were neon pink. I wore them with my L.A. Gears. 

We went out to dinner with our roommates. Everyone was hurling math facts at Shea because her homework was to practice her math facts any way you want. That's pretty fun homework. We all quizzed her, then Trevor found a math app on his iPhone for Shea to play, THEN she and Trevor sang math facts while she was in the tub and THEN we made cards with multiplication problems on them to hang above her bed. Way more fun than a fact sheet, so way to go, school! They also never give first graders more than 20 minutes of homework per night. So awesome. 

After bath, a cartoon and some reading, Shea went to bed and Trevor and I got to lay around talking. It was a good day. The perfect day for me, anyway. It was exactly what I needed. It dawned on me that I will not love any less than I do right now, ever in my life. 

My role is an odd one, but many women make it work...Women who love men who are divorced, or have children with other people. Someone has tried to use my love against me- as if Trevor does not love his children as much simply because I also love them now. Love does not work that way. I am allowed to express the way I care about family, even if someone I would have never chosen to know has an opinion about that. I will continue to pack lunches and brush hair and let Shea know that I love her so much. My love will never hurt her.