I love my husband. I love that he works hard to provide a wonderful home for the three of us. I love that he doesn't care whether I work or not. I love that he spends time with our son doing their antique car thing. And I love that he is supportive of me to pursue interests that I have that he doesn't share.
I off for a few days of skiing. Without my husband. I am off in a little while to go skiing with a couple of friends. Skiing is a sport that I enjoyed before I met and married my husband. Like most newly married couples, I gave up things that he didn't enjoy to spend time with him. And a year and nine months after we married, we became parents. And resuming those activites was pushed further back on the burner to the point that I thought I would never do them again.
Then a few years ago, I met some new people who shared my love for skiing, tennis and other pursuits. By then, hub was deep into a job the required many hours of his time a week. Our son was in high school and pretty self sufficient, so when these new friends invite me to go skiing, I accepted and it was just as much fun as I remembered. Of course, my first time out in over twenty years was not with out incident - I managed to fall (from a stationary position, not while skiing) and fracture a bone in my hand. No big deal - a splint and it was good in about three weeks. The next time out, I suffered from muscle pain from taking cholesterol medication - I can attest, that the warning they give about unusual muscle pain is for real - it was some of the worst pain I have ever felt.
So, it has been two years since I last skiied. So I am looking forward to schussing down the slopes and, hopefully, on my feet and not my rear and with out any thing getting broken.
Oh, and by the way, he's going on a golf outing next month! And not with me!