It's (NOT) Just a Cup

     Ahh, gentle reader,

    Today, I confessed to my Sweetie how very sad I am that my special tumbler that said "Bride" on it is gone. I got it at a Bridal Expo, and it probably cost them a dollar to make/decorate. But it was the ONLY item I had that confirmed my engaged status. I proposed to my Sweetie, so I didn't get a ring. And we ordered me one later, but it was a spinner, and I wash my hands with bar soap far too often for that to work. So my tumbler was like, THE THING I had that made me think of our upcoming wedding. Also, I used it to mix up sugar free lemonade, because the straw was perfect for that. 

    I'm diabetic, so having sugar free drinks is very important. And it made it just the tiniest bit easier, and more likely for me to make lemonade than to drink something else. Or not drink and get dehydrated... 

    So, I was all up in my feels, and told them how sad I was over the loss of my beloved cup (I dropped the lid, and it broke, and I didn't want to try to match a new cup's lid to it.). They didn't say anything for a few minutes, then showed me a screenshot of an order for a new "Bride" tumbler. This one has it written in gold, which is not my favorite, but the thought behind it just made me bawl. I am SO incredibly blessed to have my Sweetie. They love me so well. They SEE me, in a way no other human ever has. They care about the little "stupid" things that I care about. And I know it's not stupid, but it feels stupid... I'm still working on that, too. (I have quite a list for therapy.)

    So, as I sit here and cry, I am reminded that I am the luckiest person ever. I get to be loved by the most beautiful person ever. And I get to love them. Everything else is secondary. Everything else can be figured out. Everything else will be ok, because we have found our homes, in each other. 


    Until next time, stay safe, drink water, and love yourself as you love your friends (and as my Sweetie loves me). 


                                                                                                                                                                          Love, Izzy

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