A couple of months ago, I was back in the best city ever :-), for a fabulous wedding and to celebrate my dear friend’s new job and relocation back to the East Coast. We planned to go out for dinner and drinks with some of her friends at around 9p to celebrate…just like the old days.
On the drive over to the restaurant, my friend and I were catching up when she says to me, “I predict you will say ‘my husband’ about 11 times during conversations tonight.”
- Wait, was she talking to me? Probably since I was the only other person in the car, but huh?
- Have I graduated from baby updates to name-dropping?
- Do I say ‘my husband’ constantly in conversations when talking about the Coach?
- Have I turned into ‘that woman’?
To be fair, I am a newlywed and I enjoy it quite a bit, thank you very much. But this comment made me question the content of my conversations. It’s not like I squeeze in a ‘my husband’ while talking about politics, food, fashion, reality shows, or more importantly Scandal. Or do I?
Here’s what I realized…I don’t care! That’s right, I said it. I don’t care. Here’s why…
About 10 years ago, after breaking up with a guy I probably would have vomited on if our Georgia Peach had dated, I made a list. I mean seriously people, you make a list of things you need at the grocery store so don’t look at me all sideways about a list for a LIFE-LONG PARTNER. A list of all the qualities I wanted in a husband and what I wanted our relationship to look like together. I tucked it away and over the years I would pull it out to review and revise it. Each time I would pray over the list asking God to remind me not to ask for qualities in another I didn’t possess myself.
On it was things that would complement my personality like being family-oriented and sincere. Sincerity was the quality my beloved Grandma Josie said she was the most drawn to when picking my cool Grandpa Joe. They were married just shy of 40 years when my Grandpa passed away (they had 11 children so there were CLEARLY other qualities they saw in each other). But, their relationship showed me a level of commitment to each other and to their family that remains with me. I pray to have in my own marriage.
So, after years of praying (and crying) for a great partner in life, I drafted the Coach. 🙂
I waited a long time for the right man for me so, I am more than happy to say with pride, my husband. I love my husband, love that we are friends, love being married to him, love that we have to work together to resolve our differences and that we work on communicating with one another, love that we are a team, love that he is a great Father to Georgia Peach and love that he is sincere.
Thanks for the great advice, Grandma Josie. I think you would have loved, MY HUSBAND. 🙂
Great attitude. I
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Great blog. I know for a fact that if anyone said that to me, about the name drop, oh it would have been on. -laughs- I would have even turned it into a game, and see how many times I could say it and just josh her. But, you got a good relationship, and more fortunate than most out there. So chin up and be proud. ❤
Thanks for the feedback! I actually came up with ways to reference him that night without saying my Husband. It was all in good fun. Thanks again. Looking forward to checking out your site. 🙂
I bet he proudly says “my wife” a lot 🙂 Happy for you!
Thanks, Mess. Wait, can I still call you that?
I love your blog and inspired that you find the time to post daily. Pushing to do more with mine. XO
Mess! Of course. I love it. I don’t hear that too often. Thanks for reading Picked. It’s my FUN way of keeping track of the kiddos’ funny/endearing/crazy moments. Better than a journal 🙂