Monday, March 10, 2014
God bless that man o' mine.
As soon as we realized that we would be moving sooner rather than later, he has put up with all manner of weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth...and that's just from my friends. I have wonderful friends. He has had more than his fair share of the same from me.
We were sitting in the den one day and he looked up the 7 stages of grief to see where I was on the spectrum. He was a little annoyed to know that even after one has passed, it is not uncommon to revert back to a stage while in the throws of another one. Poor Engineer.
This is very reminiscent of 6 years ago. His job was bringing us stateside and I wanted to stay in England. Incidentally, my friends there behaved similarly. I guess some things are universal - like how you react when a good friend moves away.
I am so thankful for his patience. He has heard me vent and rant and rage and cry and throw all out wall-eyed fits about the move and yet, he still wants me to go with him. That's love.
I have not been easy to live with and yet he has given me space to work out my kinks.
He maintains that all he wants in life is to make sure I am happy. How was I so lucky to snag this guy?
1-4-3 EM for your deep well of grace with me; but...let's not make uprooting ourselves a 6 year tradition okay?