The thing is, I am addicted and I’m not ashamed to admit it and to feed that addiction as often as I can. Not to things bad-for-you, really! Well, according to ME. Alpha Hubby tends to scowl at my addiction but that is because he likes to tell people he had to buy a car to carry home “… my own, my love… my… preciousssss!” (Gollum, Lord of the Rings)
Yeah, it’s true. When we lived in Vermont, we went over to Hampton Beach, NH. Many, many, many lovely things on the beaches to fill my addiction needs. They were everywhere. It was heaven on earth. It was happy happy joy joy. And I picked up almost every thing I ran across.
I took my empty water bottles and filled them with the beautiful silky sand. I gathered up amazingly beautiful rocks. I had an addict’s field day. But I swear, he did not buy that vehicle just to bring home my sandy friends.
When we began going to the Texas coast a few years back, I continued my addiction habits. I filled the condo balcony with beauties, all precious to me in one way or another. I drug them all home. Didn’t do anything with them, you understand; I just had them. Loved them. Rubbed on them. Remembered the good times. Fought anyone who tried to take them away.
So here we are again in Texas for the next month. Because I love Alpha Hubby more than seashells, I promised myself I would NOT fill my addiction needs until I figure out what to do with ALL the other items I’d picked up in the past.
But… true love found a way.
The first morning we were here, Alpha Hubby went out running before I got up. I wandered into the kitchen later and happened to glance at the counter. There it was. True love’s precious… proof.
He loves me. From my hair follicles to my toenails. (Jill Scott, He Loves Me) . Addictions and all. HE is my “… my own, my love… my… precious!”
Just a few pix from Texas!