I decided yesterday that I wasn't going to put David high on my list. I really don't like it when people get all mushy gooshy about how perfect their marriages and spouses are, so to save everyone else the gag factor, I decided that I wouldn't put David too high on my list. This is what I get.
You know it's bad when you are already dreading the planning retreat that is two weeks away and spending one night 5 minutes down the raod away from him. Or when the first thought you tend to have about things during the day is "I wonder what David would think", or "I wonder what he would say" (because it'll probably be something hilarious and wonderful). OR when you prefer a night sitting on the couch doing absolutly nothing with him there to a night out with the girls. Im not really sure when it got this bad. Or when I decided that David may actually be the greatest husband in the world (go ahead and argue with me, I have data to support this), and the smartest most wonderful man EVER. But it has happened. And holy guacamole am I ever so grateful for him. For our marriage in the temple. For the way I feel when I'm with him. For the peaceful quiet and stillness he brings into my c.r.a.z.y. life. For his sense of humor, and his understanding of mine (not many people get me). For his love of the jaguars, and hate of seafood. For his understanding of the gospel, and his desire to live it.
I am thankful for David.
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