Love Story, Part One
The L.O.‘s posts about marriage have had me thinking about mine. Not that I want to have my blog’s content follow hers, because that would be silly, but -like I said- it’s been on my mind anyway. It’s really weird how she does that.
I still haven’t figured out words for the marital bliss here in Smithtopia (no, that wasn’t sarcasm), so I’m not going to try.
I’ll just illustrate how our happily-ever-after is working out.
Once upon an evening…
Yesterday. Another successful family night accomplished. The kids are in bed.
John says, “I’m going to fill the gas tank. Do we need anything from the store while I’m out?”
I say, “Nope, thanks though!”
He goes and gets his wallet, keys, etc, answers the Bishop-hotline, which seems to always ring on his way out the door, and a few minutes later asks me,
“I forgot. Was there anything we need while I’m out?”
“Well, hm… No, I don’t think we need anything at the moment. Except maybe, oh, ice cream… Swedish Fish… chocolate chips…”
We share a little chuckle at my little list of non-necessities. Hahaha.
He comes back after running Bishop errands and heroically, masculinely filling that gas tank for me…
And what do I see?
Lo and behold! He stopped by a drive-through on his way back, expressly to get me a treat.
My heart melted like the soft-serve dripping down the side of the cone he held out for me. What a swell guy! What a Sweetheart! What a thoughtful, caring, handsome hunk!
We then proceeded to go over the spreadsheet he created to track our finances (more on that in a later post, I’m sure)… And he got royally frustrated with me. At least, I think he was. I’m not really sure exactly what he was frustrated with because he -like his wife- tends to clam up and abide by the “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all policy.” At least until the “ARRRRRRRGH!” feeling wears off. Then if we need to, we can discuss it calmly and can laugh about it together.
And that’s how thing roll here. The getting frustrated part hardly ever, ever happens. Really. What’s there not to love about a guy who fills the gas tank and brings his wife $1 ice cream cones? Or a wife who fawns over him for doing it?
Weren’t you so impressed, I didn’t even snitch a lick? And I made it hope before it melted too much.
This is so funny because L.O. has me thinking about marriage as well and I wrote a post about it this morning, so when I read “not that I want my blog content to follow hers, because that would be silly”, I laughed! How can we help it though when she writes such thought-provoking things. It tends to stick in your mind and then I like to write about what is on my mind! She has a way of getting me to question what I assume.
Awwwwwwwwww… That’s so sweet of your hubby.
Sweet!