My husband Brian is what we call a "man's man." He spent 10 years in the Navy doing silly things lilke jumping out of helicopters. For several years he drove a race car living by the mantra that "if you're not rubbing your not racing." Fast cars, fast motorcyles, anything that gets the adrenaline pumping was what he lived for. Besides fixing cars, any car or truck, he is my personal MacGuyver. If it needs to be fixed, he'll figure it out. He's done electrical, construction, plumbing, and roofing.. He wears Carhartt jeans, flannel shirts, sips bourbon, dips Copenhagen, and loves Country music.
I'm not a frills and lace kind of gal. I'm not into retail therapy and I don't have a closet full of shoes.I don't do acrylic nails, or even paint my nails, my hair is almost always in it's typical low maintenance ponytail, and my makeup bag consists of department store basics that I probably got on sale. I can travel for a week with nothing but a backpack. I beat the heck out of my drums to Metallica and other hard rock music, love working out with weights, and am pretty accurate with my Smith and Wesson 9mm. I like nice fitting jeans, boots, and my leather jacket.
So it comes as a surprise to most people that we both LOVE the Hallmark Channel. In particular, we love Hallmark Christmas movies. The cheesy, predictable, fairy tale small town, with fresh baked cookies, hot chocolate, perfect Christmas light displays and softly falling snow, boy and girl meet but don't like each other, oh wait they do, but she needs to break up with her fiance first, Hallmark Christmas movies.
We love them. Seriously. And we're not even ashamed to admit it. I have a blanket that says "This is my Hallmark Christmas Movie watching blanket" that I throw over us. We watched our first one for 2020 last night, and it was everything we hoped it would be. An hour and a half of cheesy, romantic, idyllic, Christmas feel good stuff.
You may not be into Hallmark movies. That's okay, we can still be friends. But I hope as we come to the end of 2020 you will find that place where you can retreat, you can forget about the stress and strangeness that this year has been and for an hour and a half imagine that everything is perfect and always works out in the end. Because it usually does. It might not seem like it in the middle of the chaos, but I have hope that this year will not only pass, but make us stronger, kinder, better people in the end.
Wishing you all a peaceful week.
Brian and Natasha