I know how lucky a man can get in life. I know this because I am that man. I am not sure that lucky is exactly the word to describe it, but I am certain that luck had something to do with it all along.
I know how lucky I am because I found the one person in the world who brings me so much joy and fun, that it literally pains me to be apart from her. I found a best friend. A playmate. Someone to spend every moment with - and enjoy every one of those moments.
I have spent the past few months having the time of my life. Enjoying completely new adventures nearly every week. It has been so much fun. Night after night we seem to find something to do together. We seem to stumble on to a great time with little to no effort. We have created so many memories, so many fun stories and so many things we will laugh about for years.
How does that happen? You get lucky enough to find the most fun person in the world to spend your time with every night. You find the one person who makes you laugh the most. You find the one person who can take even the most mundane activity and make it entertaining.
I have found her. I married her. I am so lucky.
It isn't just me who gets to take advantage of the fun. It appears that you have been doing this for years. From high school, to our married friends, to our kids, to our nephews and now to a series of random strangers. Each and every person exposed to the fun that is my wife. Such laughter, such joy, such a wonderful person to be around. Literally all the time.
Who else requires a late night breakfast to close out any evening. Now we do eat in restaurants and ten years ago it was Whataburger Taquitos. It is a requirement to close out a fun night. It adds to the memories.
"One more"? Seriously? How many times have we said that. Now we have are so aware of the "one more" theory, we have taken to creative ways to not be the one who says it first. We have literally recreated math. Because 1 more now equals 7. It is one of your originals. It is a treasured memory.
Social media exploits? A panicked awakening the next day to remove "what was posted last night". A dream that that nerdy Facebook guy would allow us (well mostly me) to edit my posts so I don't look so stupid. Logging into my Facebook and posting things like "the guy across the bar has smoky eyes" (or whatever you posted that time). Checking in at multiple spots night after night. At times, I truly believe your friends are living vicariously through your posts. A few nights off and I bet they miss them.
Impromptu events galore. Nights on the back patio that started with cards and wound up late night Sing Star events. A trip to the Centennial in a cowboy hat - heck Pizanos in a cowboy hat. Summerfest. State Fair. The list goes on.
So why is all of this so important? Because most couples require a large circle of friends to have that much fun. They require a few people to plan and organize and create memories like those listed above. We did it all by ourselves. Mostly just the two of us. Hand in hand. Arm in arm. Two best friends. Two playmates. Two hopelessly in love people. Together all the time.Enjoying every minute we spend together. Unlike most any other couple in the world.
You're more fun than one man deserves. That is why I am lucky.
**** Side note - more serious ****
Yesterday you gave me a hug that removed the weight of the world from my shoulders. I literally felt the stress leave when you hugged me. It meant so much to me. It gave me strength. It made me feel not so alone with my worries. It was exactly what I needed. It was a moment I won't forget soon. I know you hate the song lyrics in the blogs (which BTW, makes this blog so much harder to write) - but the hug made me feel "warmer than warm" - just like in the Damien Rice song. I listened to it today - it came up one the plane - I never realized exactly what the song meant, I just knew it had such pain and then such an uplifting ending. When I heard it I suddenly knew what it was all about. You made me feel "warmer than warm". I am forever in your debt. I am forever in love with you.
You're the world to me. I love you more than anything in the world.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Answering all those pryaers....
I know it has been a while since I posted to the blog. It really hurt me to that you really notice the lack of posts and that it bothers you. This one has been in my head for some time - but typing something so personal requires some privacy to do so, and I haven't really been in places where that has been true much the past month.
I read this article about how much bandwidth would be required to have god answer every prayer from every person. The writer estimated that people pray to god nearly 5 times a day. Interestingly, he was aware that nearly 80% of those prayers are not for thanks, not for comfort, but rather "requests" to have god give or provide something to the person making the prayer.
I started thinking that while I am not a man a great faith, I do - thanks to you - have a strong faith in belief. You have finally turned me around to the higher power theory. Because of you I know there is a plan for us all and that someone with greater influence than those of us on earth is in charge of that plan. Even with that, I realized that I - unlike the rest of the population - never pray to have something provided for me. I tried very hard to remember the last time I did so. I think I figured out when that actual date was and even figured out what I asked god to give to me.
My prayer involved me asking god to make sure that I was never alone. That I would always have someone to talk to and share my life. That no matter what i did I was going to do it for more than just my sake, but rather for the sake of someone else. That no matter what came along - good or bad - we would be sharing the outcomes together.
My prayer to god included me asking him to make me happy. That everyday I had something to live for and that I would never feel sad. That something joyful would be a part of my day - every day - and that that joy would extended itself to me. That I would have a reason to smile and that my smile would be real.
My prayer also added that I be able to make someone else happy. That I could pay him back for the happiness he provided me by making someone else smile. It was, I guess kind of a deal I was making. God if you give me this....I promise to....
My prayer was that I would have have a family of my own. That my family would be wonderful. We would all love each other and be grateful for one another. We would be very close and want to share our love for each other no matter what happened.
My prayer was that someone would love me forever. That I would be able to hold their hand forever. That we would have a love so strong that nothing could come between us.
I remember now the day I made this prayer. I remember thinking to myself that it was so much to ask. I remember thinking that it was likely very selfish of me to request so much at one time. I was young, not sure where I was headed and certain that none of my request would ever come true. But like the million/billions of others the article referred to - I made my request. In my defense, it wasn't like I asked for a new car or a big deposit to my bank account. Those kind of request have to be ignored by god. Just like the other in the article I am sure that just making the prayer was the biggest part of the result. Getting the request off your chest is apparently most of the power of god. It wasn't like it would really be answered right?
I guess I was wrong. God did answer my prayers. God did give me everything I wanted. He didn't even make me wait to have each request answered separately. He answered my prayers with in one big fantastic way - he put you into my life.
You made me never be alone, you made me happy and able to share my happiness, you helped me have a family and made that family perfect, you gave me someone to love forever and love me forever. God answered my prayers. He answered them perfectly. You are the answer to my prayers. How could I ever even think to ask again. What could top that? So for the past almost 25 years, I haven't really needed to make one of those prayers like the billions of others. Mine had already been answered. Asking for another would just be selfish. God already did his best work for me.
You're the world to me. I love you more than anything in the world.
I read this article about how much bandwidth would be required to have god answer every prayer from every person. The writer estimated that people pray to god nearly 5 times a day. Interestingly, he was aware that nearly 80% of those prayers are not for thanks, not for comfort, but rather "requests" to have god give or provide something to the person making the prayer.
I started thinking that while I am not a man a great faith, I do - thanks to you - have a strong faith in belief. You have finally turned me around to the higher power theory. Because of you I know there is a plan for us all and that someone with greater influence than those of us on earth is in charge of that plan. Even with that, I realized that I - unlike the rest of the population - never pray to have something provided for me. I tried very hard to remember the last time I did so. I think I figured out when that actual date was and even figured out what I asked god to give to me.
My prayer involved me asking god to make sure that I was never alone. That I would always have someone to talk to and share my life. That no matter what i did I was going to do it for more than just my sake, but rather for the sake of someone else. That no matter what came along - good or bad - we would be sharing the outcomes together.
My prayer to god included me asking him to make me happy. That everyday I had something to live for and that I would never feel sad. That something joyful would be a part of my day - every day - and that that joy would extended itself to me. That I would have a reason to smile and that my smile would be real.
My prayer also added that I be able to make someone else happy. That I could pay him back for the happiness he provided me by making someone else smile. It was, I guess kind of a deal I was making. God if you give me this....I promise to....
My prayer was that I would have have a family of my own. That my family would be wonderful. We would all love each other and be grateful for one another. We would be very close and want to share our love for each other no matter what happened.
My prayer was that someone would love me forever. That I would be able to hold their hand forever. That we would have a love so strong that nothing could come between us.
I remember now the day I made this prayer. I remember thinking to myself that it was so much to ask. I remember thinking that it was likely very selfish of me to request so much at one time. I was young, not sure where I was headed and certain that none of my request would ever come true. But like the million/billions of others the article referred to - I made my request. In my defense, it wasn't like I asked for a new car or a big deposit to my bank account. Those kind of request have to be ignored by god. Just like the other in the article I am sure that just making the prayer was the biggest part of the result. Getting the request off your chest is apparently most of the power of god. It wasn't like it would really be answered right?
I guess I was wrong. God did answer my prayers. God did give me everything I wanted. He didn't even make me wait to have each request answered separately. He answered my prayers with in one big fantastic way - he put you into my life.
You made me never be alone, you made me happy and able to share my happiness, you helped me have a family and made that family perfect, you gave me someone to love forever and love me forever. God answered my prayers. He answered them perfectly. You are the answer to my prayers. How could I ever even think to ask again. What could top that? So for the past almost 25 years, I haven't really needed to make one of those prayers like the billions of others. Mine had already been answered. Asking for another would just be selfish. God already did his best work for me.
You're the world to me. I love you more than anything in the world.
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