Hashtag Blessed
I’ve been working on an episode for Rambling aWay that talks about my relationship with my husband. Not to sound like a “hashtag blessed” kind of gal, but this man is everything to me. I know this social media circus is one big highlight reel (#guilty 🙋🏼♀️), but I thought I would show off a couple of things I really love about him lately:
❤️ He calls me on speakerphone every day when we get off work to chat about our day as we drive home before I get thrown into #momlife. He also picks me up for lunch almost every day where we eat our cold lunches together at the sky level of my parking garage.
❤️ Recently, he told one of his coworkers a story about me. I’ve never met them, so I’m always entranced by how he portrays me. He told them that he woke up in the morning to find a bottle of whiskey (aka pod juice 🥃) left out next to my podcast equipment with a scribbled note that said “BEANIE BABIES!” in big REDRUM-like capital letters. He said to his coworkers proudly, “That’s my wife, man. You never know what’s exactly going on.”
❤️ We both have this odd habit of loving weird phrases in different foreign accents. At any given point in the day, you can hear someone yelling, “CATFISH BILLY” in every room of the house...and it’s not weird. We also like, “RIGHT BY THE BEACH, BOYYYY” and “YOU MUST HAVE WHITE BREAD, LET’S MAKE A SANDWICH!” I don’t know. I just don’t know, but it’s the best.
❤️ I am 100% his cheerleader. We are complete opposites when it comes to our frames of mind. While I’m more of an optimist, he finds himself focusing on the negatives. You’d think this wouldn’t work in a relationship, but somehow I keep him going and he keeps me from floating around in the clouds.
❤️ Y’all. He checks my tire pressure and oil before I drive anywhere beyond the walls of Champaign County. And he listens so intently when I start imitating the noises my car is making (and you know you can never truly do it justice!) I always feel like I’m playing a game of charades...mechanic style, but PLOT TWIST! I’m not a mechanic. 😭
❤️ I’m human and I’m a girl, so this means I randomly call out “I’m so fat!” on several occasions. In the same breath, he is quick to tell me I’m not and also offer me cookies... and it’s said so endearingly. 🧐
❤️ He’s so gullible sometimes. I’ll be telling a story where I’m giving someone a piece of my mind...”like, bitch! Who dafuq do you think you are?” And he says “I can’t believe you said that!” 😲 and then I have to say, “Well, I didn’t actually say that. I told her thanks and that I really liked her shoes”. He says, “Oh.” And then we laugh. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
Like I said, this is part of the highlight reel. While all these things are true, there are not-so-fun times. It’s not all waffles and pancakes (if it was, I’d REALLY be fat! 😭). We are perfectly imperfect. It’s part of the human experience. And this is the human I love to share that with.
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