I realize I'm a little late, with the Five Gratitudes for Friday, but... better late than never, right?
Greetings from Deep Ellum by the way! ;)
So most of you have either never met, or barely seen, my fiancé Mikael. And fankly, that is kind of a bummer, as I’d like us to all just get along.
I’m pretty sure we will – someday – get along... Maybe over cake. And brisket. Just sayin’.
For now, though, for Friday (or Saturday), I figured I’d share Five things I’m extra super grateful for about my man.
Hope you don’t mind me boasting on him a bit. ;) Maybe it’ll help you “get to know him” a little better.
It takes a real man to eat a cake bite, right? Much less carry the box. (Thanks love.)
1.) He’s gotten pretty good at coping with my tardiness. Yes, he says we need to find middle ground (he’s generally 15 minutes early, I’m generally an hour and 15 minutes late), but in the meantime he’s done a fantastic job dealing with my ability to doddle. Also, he has made the connection that he has something in common with Andy Griffith, which makes my heart melt a little.
2.) I feel like we’re pretty good at laughing together, with each other. And I mention that, because… I’ve given him plenty of chances to laugh AT me. But mostly, he’s graciously foregone those opportunities, and occasionally he’s convinced me to join him in laughter instead. Either way, we laugh with each other. And I love that.
3.) A long time ago, after years of waiting for Mr. Right and feeling hopelessly convinced he would never come (so, like, during my emo-ish early twenties), I decided to do some bartering with God. I said, “Okay, maybe he doesn’t have to be a musician, or taller than me, or …. Just please LORD, let my hands fit in his. Let us be really great at holding hands.
Well, I’m pleased –and feeling a little silly – to report that, in addition to being taller than me AND a musician, our hands fit together perfectly. Talk about blessed!
My long, monkey fingers and his guitar-picking folanges seem like they were made for each other, which makes me smile, a lot. My cheeks hurt frankly, but it’s a small price to pay.
4.) Despite some recent activity that might make it look otherwise, ahemspeeding, Mikael is a great driver. He’s been doing it – a ton of it – for most of his life. And this makes me feel better about giving him the wheel.
Which, I KNOW, makes my Grandma feel better… as her one consistent prayer for me over the last 9 years or so, has been that I would someday find a driver.
For a brief time I wondered if she meant a professional one, think Driving Miss Daisy, but more awkward. What twenty-year-old needs a driver? But I do, it’s true, and being able to kick up my feet in the passenger seat is something I hope I’ll never take for granted. It’s nice to trust both someone’s lead, and, steering abilities. It’s really nice in fact. (Even if Dallas traffic still makes me hyper-panicky a bit nervous.)
5.) You know that guy that makes friends with people while waiting in line at the gas station – or waiting on me while I’m in an eye appointment? Or while browsing a shop he bought a drum from 7 years ago?
Well, that’s Mikael!
Once, we were warned about going to pick up pizza from a cranky old Italian woman who runs a local eatery. Don’t get on her bad side, friends said. I was terrified! And I’d like to think I’m decent with people. I rarely get spit on, or cursed to my face. But Mikael! Mikael didn’t just not upset her. He somehow managed to score free parmesan. A lot of it.
It was clear the “cranky” woman was smitten, and I could understand why.
Well, we're off to enjoy Dallas a bit more. Details on that coming soon I hope.
Hope you're having a wonderful weekend friends, filled with plenty to be grateful (and smile) about.
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