Sizzle ... Oh Where Art Thou?
How do I miss my man? Oh let me count the ways! I miss our long, luxurious kisses. I miss infinite hours of spooning during lazy weekend naps. I miss our play-wrestling sessions that would usually end as sessions of a different sort!
Don't get me wrong — my husband and I are actually in a good place. We think we've gotten the scheduling of co-parenting down. I've got his back, and he's got mine. We think we've temporarily mastered the art of caring for our little one: waking, eating, playing, pooping, napping, drinking, sleeping, and round and round we go. We've moved passed the bickering and judging each other's techniques and have surrendered to the ebb and flow of toddlerhood. All is well.
Well, that's not entirely true. All is well...and kind of "blah." Once upon a time, we had the spark that started it all. You know what I mean: the electricity that shoots out your pores when your man comes towards you. There were times I wanted to eat his skin with a spoon; he was that delicious to me. And he still is, after nine years together. The emotion is still there, it's just no longer at the forefront. It feels as though it's at the back of the line...indefinitely. We've prioritized the sizzle right out of the day. Neither of us mean to, we don't do it consciously. Lately, it just occurs to us as another thing to remember to do. Task 721, put sizzle at the top of the list this afternoon. So close, yet so far out of reach. Or so it seems. What I've come to realize is that it's actually still there — it's just a matter of tapping into it. We can't forget the draw that started it all, the love that this family grew out of.
That's why last Sunday afternoon after we put our daughter down for her nap and settled on the couch, I jumped him. That's right, I pounced! He was a bit shocked at first, startled that I hadn't jumped onto my laptop instead. And then he looked up at me and nodded his head in agreement with a big smile on his face, and led me to the bedroom. Oh yeah, game on! And that's when I realize it: it's about finding a moment and seizing it. I actually have to recognizing an opportunity when it arises; take that flickering thought and making it a reality. It's all about taking it where we can get ladies, and tapping back into the sizzle!
Author: Amy
