The Best Part of My Day

Three months ago I never would of thought that it would be possible that the best part of my day would be on a run. Tonight, at the beginning (and I stress beginning), of my run I was jogging down 54th Terrace when I passed a woman sitting on her porch. She was reading a book and smoking a cigarette. Once I banished my initial thought of how good the smoke smelled I realized that I would much rather be jogging on a beautiful late winter day than sitting on a porch drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette. True, she was not actually drinking a beer, but from now on in my memory she will be. The best part of my day was jogging by that woman and feeling fantastic about my life. About 30 seconds later I hit the first hill of my run and everything changed, but I choose not to focus on that.

Normally the best part of my day is walking in the front door and into the arms of my beautiful wife. Now before you think I have gone all soft, really what does she have to compete with: work, school, homework, the dogs. She wins hands down as you would expect. However, Marena is spending the week in Texas which has given me the opportunity to hijack her web log. Her very noticeable absence this week has given other moments the chance to become the highlight of my day. Like yesterday the highlight of my day was Shell's & Cheese and applesauce. Which is far more a predictable highlight than a moment on a jog.

The point is it has only been two days and I miss my wife. I am so much happier now than I have ever been in my life and it is all because of her. She is the most amazing person in the world and I hope she realizes just how much I love her. It is almost ridiculous how much my life has changed for the better in the last three years. From sitting on my porch smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer in NKC to jogging by a woman in Johnson county, of all places, during a study break.

Okay so maybe I have gone a little soft inside. Even so, I will argue that an honest post (such as this one) more than makes up for no gift on valentines day. I mean really what is valentines day other than an excuse to treat someone crappy for the other 364 days of the year. But I digress.

I apologize for the choppiness and lack of direction of this blog. It will be returned to Marena's capable hands from now on because, lets face it, this would only be cute once anyway. And no I do not think it makes me a hypocrite that I am drinking a beer as I type this. A camel light would make me a hypocrite, but not a beer.