Super Spectacular Significant Other

Dear Diary,

Today’s entry is brought to you by the letter ‘S’. What else could S be for except my super amazing Significant other? SO is a wonderful person whom I love more than I can express in words. Trust me I’ve tried and I’m just not eloquent enough to pull it off without sounding cliché. I am very lucky that SO happens to love me too, I think unrequited love would be a terrible thing, but that’s a topic for another time. Instead of trying to express my affection for SO I think I’ll just write about SO.

SO is smart, like brainy smart, like PhD smart. SO is also very modest and will tell you that determination and perseverance had more to do with the PhD than intelligence; the truth is probably somewhere in the middle. SO is funny but not in an obvious way, it’s more a sarcastic funny. SO is considerate, if I have a job for the day, SO will make an elaborate dinner to show me I was missed. SO is generous, always willing to put in time and hard work to help others.

I’m really not doing a good job of conveying just how wonderful a person SO is. I feel like I’m just listing adjectives, and all the adjectives describe SO but somehow not. I think the only way for others to see how wonderful SO is would be first hand and since I can’t make that happen, you will have to take my word.

What I can do is appreciate how lucky I am to have met SO and to have had SO in my life for the many, many years that we have been not just a couple, but best friends. I love you SO and I appreciate the joy, frustrations and love that you have brought to my life.

Until next time,

Me

My Magnificent Mom

 

Dear Diary,

Today’s entry will be brought to you by the letter ‘M’. My mom is what comes to mind when I think of ‘M’. I miss my mom so much; she passed away when I was twenty. I feel luck to have had her in my life for the short time I did because she was an amazing mom. I also feel like I got gypped because I lost her so soon. I have moments when someone will complain about their mother butting into their life and I wish I had their problems. Other times I’ll hear someone comment on how they have never been close with their mother and I’ll feel sorry for them. Before my mom passed away we were really close and I have a hard time understanding what it’s like to not be close to your mother. My parents divorced when I was in grade school and my mom raised three kids on her own and did a darn good job with the few resources she had.

There is so much I could say about my mom, she was smart and had many witty moments. She loved jokes that were on the corny side and would almost always laugh at puns (as long as they were clean, I never heard her laugh at a dirty joke or pun). She was one of the most patient people I’ve ever met; although being the mother of YS I guess that was kind of a requirement. She made you want to do your best and be your best without threats or intimidation. My friends in high school never really understood why I never went through the rebellious stage that they did until they got to know my mom; somehow you didn’t want her to be disappointed in you. When I made poor choices and it was quite often, my mom never really punished me like my friends got punished. My mom would just look at me (with a look that said she had expected better or me and was disappointed) but would only tell me “I trust you to learn from this, and will make a better choice next time.” How can you rebel against that?

My mom taught me so many things, of course the generic things like cooking, baking, cleaning, finances but she taught me more than that she taught me to be a good person. Not that I’m trying to imply I’m always a good person, anyone who knows me will tell you I’m not. I am a caring, understanding and loving person. I occasionally judge people unfairly but I don’t hold a grudge and I’m forgiving (of others I’m still working on being forgiving of myself). My mom always explained how situations might seem from other perspectives (which I try to remember) this helped me to be less judgmental and more understanding of people who I feel have wronged me in some way.

I miss my mom so much, there are so many things in my life that I have needed her for and wanted to share with her. Times when having her to guide me would have made my struggles more bearable. My mom didn’t have an easy life and I’ve always had an added respect for her because she lived her life with such strength and poise despite the hardships. I remember that strength to help me get through my struggles, I remind myself that the strength is somewhere inside me, because my mother put it there. I love you mom and miss you like you wouldn’t believe.

Until next time,

Me