My man and I had a rough year last year. I am usually the goofy, crazy, let’s just go person when he has always been the more let’s think things through type, normal, and very quiet kind of guy. My brain injury made me a stationary, serious, and very inactive wife. To have it put, I simply wasn’t me.

It doesn’t surprise me that we had a year from down under last year.  Years serve us a weird deck of cards and as we approach our 8th year of marriage, we as a couple have experienced more drama then any other couple I know.

We survived. It’s been hard. Promises have been broken and I am not talking about infidelity promises. I am talking about the fine print. The “I take you in sickness and in health” and the fact that the vows “I am ok with being sick” never crossed my lips at the alter. I am talking about broken promises to provide for each other when neither of us had ANYTHING left to give.

Let’s get this straight, none of us are perfect. No one man is right and no one woman in always correct. So, as the professor of play when I talk about adult play I will never assume your husband is like mine and please never assume my husband is like yours. My man is one of a kind.

I have an adult play challenge that I am going to try this week. Date night didn’t happen. Babysitters are scarce and I am getting ready to go on 2 if not 3 business trip this coming month. Nothing more to hope then distance making the heart grow fonder and I know I will miss my man more then the amount of stars in the sky. Jay and I are soul mates. We wouldn’t have made it through this past year if we weren’t.

So, in the next week before I leave I am going to try to accomplish and position myself as an upbeat person for him. I am going to try to get past the exaustion and great him at the door when he gets home. I am going to try my best for him to pick up my positive vibes and send more warm feelings and genuine care his way.

That’s my goal. Who knows where it will lead! It’s my goal to be as close to the old me as possible and to remind him who I use to be. I love this man with all of my heart and to me his happiness means more to me then I could ever write on a page.

For this week my playful adult challenge for you is to greet them at the door. I will be on that challenge too.

Play on!

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