Washington Nationals and Thompson Square

***disclaimer: I wrote this blog on Saturday, July 6. I then went on to forget to post it until now. Read it as it it was July 6***

Today we got to attend the Nats game vs Padres! Thanks to my Father-in-Law, who is a season ticket holder (with club level seats). Kevin and I have it real tough with his parents... spending the week at their lake house, then coming home to borrow their club passes. 

 

Sadly I spent nearly half the game on the club level, not the seats. You can see how lively I look! And believe me, the lighting of this picture is generous and masks the bags under my eyes.

I'm on a 5-day stretch of a CFIDS flare up. Tuesday & Wednesday I literally couldn't get out of bed. Wednesday I was also running a low-grade fever, just over 100 degrees. I got up okay on Thursday, and even thought I could do stuff. I put on festive make up and a holiday outfit. We went out for a bit to see cute little shops on "the bridge" which is essentially a Main Street type of strip, but on docks/a pier. By the time we were done with that (an hour & a half) I was exhausted and could barely stay awake during the 5 minute car ride home. Around 6 pm I crawled into bed to rest. I missed family dinner; then my in-laws left for fireworks around 8ish. I told Kevin I'd gladly sleep away the night and he could go, but he stayed to take care of me, reminding me that I'm the nut with the unhealthy holiday obsession. We watched fireworks on TV. Friday I developed a lovely hacking cough, which I went to bed with, only after sitting on the bathroom floor for an hour with the shower on high heat for steam to loosen things up. And loosen they did! Saturday morning I woke up and coughed out a disgusting handful of mucus. Gross, bur clearly a success!

Anyways, Dad uses his points to get us free or discounted tickets in other sections regularly, but it's of course an extra special treat to get his club seats. He let us have his tickets today because the Nats concert series brought in the band Thompson Square. If you've been paying attention you know that my blog is named after a Thompson Square song: "If I Didn't Have You"

You might also know some of their other songs: "Everything I Shouldn't Be Thinking About," "My Kind of Crazy", "Are You Gonna Kiss Me Or Not," or "Glass."

Despite feeling and looking like death, I thoroughly enjoyed the concert. My most favorite thing was that they are a real life married couple. They perform like Johnny and June, singing love songs obviously meant for and about each other... Not just putting on a show. They are starry-eyed in love with each other and living their dream. It's beautiful and inspiring. 

Some People Don't Believe in Heroes but They Have Never Met My Husband

I named this blog "This Life Would Kill Me If I Didn't Have You" after the country song "If I Didn't Have You" by Thompson Square. It quite literally describes my feelings toward my husband, Kevin.

The quote as the title of this post also accurately describes my feelings. I thought heroes were limited to men and women in uniforms: army, navy, marines, coast guard, air force, police officer, fire fighters, etc.... And I REALLY didn't believe in someone who could be my personal hero, my knight in shining armor, my prince charming.

I stopped believing in fairytales when I was..... actually, I don't really remember EVER believing in fairytales. Now I do. Because my life fits the very basic requirements of a fairytale: my life sucked, I couldn't do anything to make it better on my own, and then with the help of my prince charming and marrying him obscenely quickly, my life got better. We're living our version of happily ever after. It's a little different than the normal fairytale "happily ever after," but it ours.

So, be warned. This blog is sure to not be all about rainbows and butterflies. He's my fairytale, my king, my hero. This is a love story. But like all true love stories, like all real life, sometimes it'll be more like, this is how things suck... But he's my shining light through it all. He always has been, and he always will be.

As life fit that fairytale model, the hero fits the profile as well. He has been fearless, brave, and unfaltering. He set out on a quest. Ever since I met him 8 years ago, he has been on a journey to me. His quest took some interesting turns, like any hero's quest does. In metaphorical ways, he has gone to battle for me, time and time again. Over the years he nursed me back to health, time and time again. (All these steps were his story though, not so much mine...)

And then this year, he rescued me from certain death. That is not an exaggeration. Literally. It is 2013 and this man LITERALLY saved the life of this modern independent feminist. So my faith in fairytales has started, after 26 years of being a non-believer.

The posts that follow will be mixes, I am sure. Stories of his awesomeness. Stories of my sadness. But all throughout I am certain he will amaze me more and more every day.