Filicia's eye...

thom_filicia @ 2005-01-23T15:22:00

2005-01-23T22:31:44Z

I've made an effort, so far in 2005, to reach out to some old friends. Some that I haven't seen in a very long time, some that I see every day but barely interact with, and some who fit in somewhere between the two.

Out of all of the calls I've made, messages I've left, comments I've typed, there have been two people who have responded to me. Two. Out of everyone who I've made an effort to get in touch with. Even then, it went nowhere both times. No real contact, no coffee dates, just a brief phone call or quick exhange of comments, and then nothing the next time I called back.

Are people not checking their messages? Not responding to their comments? Or have I become such a doddering old married fool and father of four that I'm just not interesting to the young, hip folks any longer?

Being married doesn't make me dead. Especially when you're married to (literally!) the sexiest man alive. I know this, and Jude knows this. But does everyone else assume that I've stopped smoking, stopped drinking, stopped going out, started going to bed at nine o'clock every night?

I may be scarce sometimes. I'm the same workaholic that I've been since high school. If you know me, you know I take the show and my business very seriously. But that doesn't mean I don't have time. It doesn't mean that you'd be tearing me away from something or inconveniencing me if you answered the voicemail message I left you.

*shakes his head, runs his fingers through his hair* I need to get out. I'm going to go find Jude and see if he wants to get away from this big, empty house with me for a while.

thom_filicia @ 2005-01-22T16:06:00

2005-01-22T23:09:44Z

Last night, I was in the kitchen in sweat pants and a too-small shirt (stolen out of Jude's drawers), just making coffee. Hair not combed all day long. Wearing my glasses, with a few fingerprints on them. And then, I could feel him there. I knew he was in the room, even though he came in silently. Then he was there in the kitchen, chest pressed against my back, arms around my waist. And I melted. My knees went weak. And that, really, was only the start.

My husband is home.

thom_filicia @ 2004-12-21T20:17:00

2004-12-22T03:26:50Z

I've been sitting here, confused, puzzling over something. I can't believe how some people treat the people they say they love. The ones they say they're going to marry, the ones they DO marry, the ones they say they're completely devoted to. They take the heart that's given to them, they use and abuse it, they break it to pieces, and then still have the nerve to say "I love you". They still have the nerve to be put out, angry, when the person who they've walked all over finally gets up the nerve to leave.

I just... *shakes his head* I'm not perfect. I know that I'm not perfect. I wouldn't ever claim to be. But it hurts me to see people treating each other this way. I'm... going to call my husband and go back to bed now. Goodnight.

thom_filicia @ 2004-11-15T11:23:00

2004-11-15T18:30:24Z

I'm excited about today. Why? Because it's a chance to express to the world just how thankful I am for a certain man. And no, not the one that I normally rave about, but one whose praises I don't sing often enough.

Anyone out there who knows Jonny ought to know that they're blessed. It's hard not to, because he's loving and giving and supportive at every turn, whether it's something huge, like bringing his best friend's kids for their first visit to meet dad's new boyfriend, or something more everyday, like walking your dog and feeding your cat when you go out of town.

It's just what he does. He takes care of the people he loves.

I've been lucky enough to be one of those people. And let me tell you, this man and I have been through a lot together in the time we've known each other. Throw Jude into the mix, and the three of us have been on a veritable rollercoaster almost since the start. But that's the thing about the three of us - we can get through anything life throws at us, and anything that we throw at ourselves and each other. This fantastic little triad. We're infinitely stronger, all three of us together, than we would be on our own.

I'm happy to say that Jude and I have found a way to commemorate this day that truly does justice to the love and friendship that the three of us have, the unique relationship we share. Can't wait to be able to share the gift with Jonny.

I'm proud, happy, touched, lucky, and SO many other things, to be able to call Jonny Lee Miller my best friend. The best and closest friend I've ever had.

So, Jonny - happy birthday, with all my love.

thom_filicia @ 2004-10-29T13:13:00

2004-10-29T19:16:49Z

Wedding update, part one.

I just had a note from my best man, who forgot that the wedding was today.

Fortunately, thank god, my brothers are stepping in. James and Jules are both going to be my best men, and I'm so thankful for them for doing that.

The flower girl and ring bearer are walking back and forth and back and forth, up and down where the aisle is going to be, once the runner is laid down. Iris is going to be the most adorable flower girl in the history of the world.

The wedding party has been cut down. Things were getting out of hand, so it's been pared down to Jude's one best man and my two, and everyone else can just sit in the audience and cry. *chuckles a bit*

Jude and I have written our own vows, and after a full night of editing, I'm finally convinced that mine are perfect.

More from Victoria as it happens.