This ain't the honeymoon...

Like every other human on this planet, I love music. I love all types of music. I've learned that most people say that they love all types of music. When I'm driving for Uber, I often ask the passenger what music they would like to listen to. They often say, "it doesn't matter, I love everything." knowing good and well that they don't love the Boosie that I just stopped blasting when I turned on to their nice suburban street.

I love rap, but I've always been an R&B head. I blame it on all of the Midnight Storm on BET and The Quiet Storm on Hot 103 Jamz in Kansas City that I consumed as a kid. I used to fall asleep with R&B playing in the background. I've loved R&B since before I had any business loving R&B. I vividly remember singing Pony word for word with Ginuwine on the radio in the 4th grade. I didn't know what a bachelor was, but you couldn't tell me that I wasn't one and looking for a partner. (Someone who knows how to ride....without even falling off) It didn't matter to me that I didn't know what they were talking about in most of my favorite songs, I just knew that they were jamming. When I got older and knew what they were talking about, my appreciation for a lot of my favorite childhood songs, grew. 

I remember in my senior year of High School, John Legend's first CD came out, "Get Lifted."  One of my favorite songs on the album was "Ordinary People". This is a classic, I loved singing it. I tried to learn how to play it on the piano, but I couldn't get past the intro. It was my shit. Could I relate? Hell no. I was 18 years old and only cared about playing ball and chasing females. I wasn't worried about love.  I didn't want to be an ordinary person.

However, now that I'm grown, and in a grown relationship, I believe Ordinary People could  be the realest shit ever wrote. I would insert all of the lyrics, but we all know the song. If you don't, the bridge sums it all up. 

I hang up, you call. We rise and we fall. And we feel like just walking away. As our love advances, we take second chances. Though it's not a fantasy, I still want you to staaaaaay.

Uncle John knew what he was talking about on this one. This love shit can be HARD. There are times when Al and I are completely happy with each other for weeks at a time, but that's not always the case. In the past 7 days, I have received the silent treatment, slept on the couch for 2 nights, talked and made up (ayyye), had a great date on our weekly date night, had an amazing weekend, got back into it on Sunday, went to bed not speaking to each other, talked it out and laughed about it Monday morning, and we're currently doing great again. We ended our night discussing baby names that we will hopefully put to use one day. This really ain't a movie naw, no fairytale conclusions yall. But we aren't confused, we know what we want, and that's why we always work our issues out and get it back right.

This was a crazy week for us. We usually average about 25 amazing days, 3 quiet days and 2 days at each others throats a month. I guess it's becoming our system. It works for US. Even though what we have is nowhere near perfect, we are still standing, and growing stronger every day. Sharing a life with someone isn't easy at all, but we are both willing to put the work in. 

My Mom was laughing at us tonight and telling me how crazy we are. She calls us  the craziest little couple she's ever seen. Well according to John, we aren't the only ones.