I recently re-visited an old post I wrote about my husband back in 2008. It’s a cringe worthy post…I’m stunned at how much I divulged about our relationship and also a little cringey about my writing. I read those old posts now and wonder if I wasn’t jacked up on 10ish cups of coffee when I was writing them. I sound like a hyper active toddler after a candy bar and a Mountain Dew.
I considered editing the post or deleting it altogether, but ultimately decided to leave it. It is what it is. What I found most interesting was that the whole post was meant to be the first in a series of posts documenting all the things Pat will miss about me if I die.
I’d like to share that list with you now after four years of blogging:
What Pat Will Miss About Me If I Die:
1.) The smell of my soap.
And then the series ended.
Somehow I wound up with a list of all the reasons I love HIM…but never actually added to my list of things he loves about me.
Yesterday I went to iron a shirt and when I pulled the ironing board out it made a loud CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK sound as the legs extended.
I plugged the iron in.
Straightened my shirt.
Tapped the iron with my hand to see if it was getting hot.
And then Pat came sauntering into the room…”Are you okay!?!”
“Yes,” I said, “Why?”
“Oh,” he said, “It sounded like you were getting electrocuted or something.”
“It sounded like I was getting electrocuted and you’re just NOW coming in to check on me?”
“Yeah, well I wasn’t sure…and the game was on…and…*shoulder shrug*”
So he didn’t come bounding valiantly into the room to save me while I was being faux electrocuted, but he DID come CHECK!
I don’t know what you’d call that…but I’d call that progress!