I remember when dating Pat was exciting and new and I was always worried about making a good impression on him. I would spend easily 30 minutes or more deliberating on whether or not he had already seen me in a certain hoody or if it was ok to wear it again.
I would think hard about questions he’d ask, like, “Do you believe in God?” or “Do you like avocados?” because I wanted to be sure my answer would make him fall madly in love with me. Every move I made was carefully manicured in such a way that he would find me irresistible in every sense of the word.
The funny thing about Pat…now knowing him as well as I do…is that he really is not on the up and up with hidden messages. If I sit in front of Pat and flash him a flirty smile, and twirl my hair, and bat my eyes…he will no doubt ask me if there is a problem.
Every moment I spent worrying about what to wear or feeling embarrassed because I didn’t get a chance to freshen up my makeup was a moment wasted, because Pat. Doesn’t. Notice. Not only does he not notice, but he doesn’t care. That stuff is superficial and he’s one of those smarty pants people who simply does not care about stuff (unless that stuff can make him money on EBAY).
I was having a moment today, reflecting on our courtship if you will, when one of those “Knock Pat off his feet” memories slapped me in the face.
I was headed to his house after work in my 89′ Honda Civic. All the windows were down, as I had no air conditioning, and the wind left nothing unturned.
I glanced at myself in the rear view mirror and noticed my hair looked quite jostled, but in a cute windblown messy kind of way. I primped it a bit, but decided to leave the windy look so that Pat would see me and think “wow. she’s amazing. even after a windy ride in her car she still manages to look stunning.”
And he would fall even deeper in love with me (though he hadn’t quite spoken those words at that point…maybe today would be the day???), it was inevitable.
I cat walked up to his house and when I swung the door open to greet my man his eyes bulged and he immediately spoke the words I had been waiting to hear!!!
“Whoa! What happened to YOU!?!”
At least he noticed??.
Reasons I Love My Husband:
1.)He brings me warm bottles to give to the baby in the middle of the night when I am cussing him out in my head.
2.)He ignores my juvenile behavior and patiently waits for me to get over myself and discuss our finances like an adult.
4.)He sat at the door of the operating room, after I was rushed in following an emergency c-section, waiting for word of my condition…for six hours.
5.)He drives 45 minutes out of his way to go get me sushi on Friday night because I’m hungry and moody and tired and he wants me to be happy.
6.)He says things like, “Kat. Who are the most important people in your life? We are all here. We all love you. We’re not going anywhere. Just remember that.” and makes me feel better when things start getting to me.
7.)He takes time away from HIS job and comes home on a moments notice to help ME with MY job.
8.) When I’ve had a tough day with the kids he lets me talk it out until I run out of gas and then suggests we send them to a different daycare.
12.) He’s one of those smarty pants people who is not on the up and up with hidden messages and does not care about superficial stuff…including the condition of my hair, windblown or not.