Monday, November 23, 2009

Gratitude: Page 1

I'm at my least favorite place (ie, work) and I can feel the nausea coming in like the tide. I feel sick almost the entire time I'm here, lately. And often when I'm not.

But oh well. I've done all I can do, and now I just have to ride it out until it's my pleasure to leave. In the meantime, I've decided to focus on pleasant things, happy thoughts, if you will. Teddy bears and buttons and the smell of fabric softener. I'd like to try to do more posts, and shorter ones, maybe even several a day. That's the plan, anyway. It seems a good week to concentrate on all the things that are going well, rather than profound disappointment.

So, part one. Sam. I like Sam, the husband.

Here is reason number 4,763:

Last night I read a few poems at a little church meeting, and Sam agreed to come. Just before we left, I said, carefully, because I was worried he'd be annoyed at having to change, "I don't know what other people will wear, but I think you might be more comfortable not wearing your jeans." Instead of being annoyed, he said, "Okay," and went back to the bedroom.

He came out a few minutes later without his jeans. Or pants of any sort.

He had his boxers on, a pair of tennis shoes, and red socks with festive green Christmas trees. It was really a stunning ensemble. "I'm ready," he said.

The thing is, we've been together for awhile, and you'd think I would have realized that I walked right into that. He couldn't have set it up better himself. But that's precisely what I love about him: his sense of humor never ceases to delight. And really, of all the things I thought I was looking for in a husband, this is perhaps the bonus I didn't plan on. He makes me laugh. Full, complete, surrendering, giggling fits almost once a day, usually more often than that.

What a wonderful thing.


eden said...

that's aweseome.

belann said...

Very typically Sam. He makes me giggle too.

k. double-u. said...

Ha! This made me so happy.

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Tia and Amara said...

awesome (that's jeff's and my new word). I always laugh out loud at Sam's stuff.