Making a Change Around Here

I can't take it anymore. I am making an executive decision which means I haven't not run this by the man currently known as TOIL around here.

I am no longer calling my husband- the man that makes my heart sing - the man I live with - the man of my dreams - TOIL. I was trying to be inclusive when I asked N how he would like for me to refer to him on this blog. He pondered, considered, threw out even more annoying suggestions and finally settled on TOIL which stands for - at least in his mind - The One I Love.

Let there be no doubt. I do indeed love him. A lot. He is my boyfriend we like to keep it fresh around here. But every time I have to type TOIL my blood curdles a little for a moment. Which is bad for my health. EVERY SINGLE TIME I TYPE IT I first think of the 3 Witches from Shakespeare's MacBeth, "Double, double, toil and trouble". And then I think of the definition: thanks www.dictionary.com

toil
1. hard and continuous work; exhausting labor or effort.
2. a laborious task.
3. Archaic. battle; strife; struggle.

And while being honest about our marriage, I can say that, yes sometimes toil shows its ugly head in our relations. I can also say that my honey and I work to keep things like, "exhausting effort" and "a laborious task" and "a battle" from defining our relationship. We do a pretty darn good job with it.Isn't he handsome underwater?

From this moment forward the ONE that I LOVE will no longer be referred to as TOIL on this blog, no matter how funny and ironic he thinks it is. I am initiating my authority over what gets set down in typeface here. I will call him N. because it makes me think of him first and foremost when I type it and, that way his identity is sacred, I mean secret. And it's easier to type.

Amen.