We are the Stuff that Works

 Response to prompt #73: Stuff that Works

I thought about this for awhile, my go-to, my thing that always works. Easily, I could have written about James Taylor songs and how there’s one for every one of my moods, but I did that blog post years ago. I could have written about how a little time with my mom is like a shot in the arm when I’m feeling beat down, but yeah, I’ve written that one before too. Nature and time outdoors or dinner with this writing group, could have easily topped this list too. But there’s really one standout, one thing that has been “the stuff” for any given situation and over so many years. Call me a cornball, call me sappy, but my husband is the stuff that works for me. I’ve written countless blogs about my love for him too, but I suppose there is a reason for that. 

Besides the love, he is truly my best friend. 

Concerts and comedians, dinners and downtown strolls, 

Camping and vacations, kayaking and football games,

This is the stuff that works.

Quiet dinners at home, our favorite TV shows,

Spending time with our precious son.

This is the stuff that works.

Walking the dog, sitting together in silence,

Debating and arguing, agreeing to disagree.

This is the stuff that works.

laughing and crying, cuddling and kissing, 

hand-holding and really listening, 

This is the stuff that works.

Supporting each other and telling hard truths, 

Wiping tears and nursing wounds,

Trudging through the muck and cleaning it up

This is us, and this is the stuff that works.