I have experienced a few, profound moments in life when I thought-Geez, this is where they get movie ideas from. They are beautiful, breath-taking moments that I try my hardest not to forget–like the day I first saw my husband.
I had just come out of a long-term relationship and knew that I needed help in deciding on my future partner. I wasn’t doing such a good job choosing on my own. So I prayed. A lot. For months. I prayed that I would be led to the right man, and that it would be immediately clear to me who he was. One night at a church meeting, I turned around…and that was it. Something about the cream Holister-inspired shirt against his slightly olive complexion caught my eye. The way he held himself, a scruffy beard, broad shoulders, and stunning eyes didn’t hurt either.
Okay, enough bragging.
More than anything, I just knew. I thought, “Oh. That was easy.” Months later, “Blaine” from Glee described my feelings perfectly. He says, “There is a moment when you say to yourself, Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you forever.”
I had that moment…and it still gives me chills to think about it. (That’s not to say I haven’t had moments of doubt. I have. But we pulled through.) The sense of certainty dragged me through our roughest times and most challenging tests.Complicated families, interfering exes, unplanned pregnancies, unemployment, health issues and more didn’t stand a chance against that knowledge. He is mine, and I am his and I was always supposed to be.
Anyway, two nights ago I had the opportunity to live out another movie-esque moment…well, sitcom-esque.
My lovely hubby has gotten into an interesting habit of late. While sitting at the table over his unfinished bowl he will say things like, “Go ahead and put that in the fridge for me so I can eat it later.”…Um, are your legs broken? You put it in the fridge. We are exactly the same distance from it. Plus, you aren’t nauseous 24 hours a day.
Just odd things like that.
Two nights ago, he chose to let me know I needed ot make more tea by simply holding the empty pitcher in front of my face without saying anything. While I was doing dishes.
I was so astonished by his audacity that I literally chased him from the kitchen by whipping him repeatedly with a damp dishcloth.
It was awesome.
At the end, we were both laughing. I’d gotten my point across without starting a fight, throwing a fit or getting my feelings hurt. I have since decided that no matter what some people say, a whack here an there can solve lot of problems.