"Every jewel has its price."
I've thought about that a lot since then, and the more I do, the more I realise how true it is. First of all, with Steve. If you've spent much time here at all, you know I'm pretty obsessed with my Boy. He is the personification of patience, humour, hard work, playfulness and level-headed wisdom, all rolled up in the body of a Greek god. I love him. But he tends to the insensitive side, tries to make me eat salad, and makes fun of me when I cry.
That's the price of the jewel. Totally willing to pay it.
The same analogy applies to so many other things: jobs, exercise, education, the list goes on. Nothing is perfect and nothing is free. You can have a good life, even a great life, but you have to be willing to pay its price.
Which brought me to the thing most occupying my time right now.
In preparation of the big day we are busting our guts all over the place.
- Summer holiday - gone to save money and valuable holiday days
- Yummy, bad for you food - gone so I can be Ms Skinny on the wedding day (and therefore get back to normal in the year following the wedding rather than become a complete huffermoose)
- Lovely meals out - gone to save money for the wedding (which I suppose is ok as I can't eat anything from the menus due to the point directly above this one)
- Exercise - all the fricking time, if I have to do one more squat or lunge or sit up, I may scream
- Evenings - usually spent finding stockists of bridesmaid dresses or cake topper companies or arguing about how many menus we need (two per table or one for each person?)
But, at the end of the day, I reckon this particular jewel will be worth the price.
Or it bloody better be.