He's a unique snowflake. My unique snowflake. :)
While making dinner, I realized that classical music was coming from my garage. I know I am saying this like it's a weird thing -- it's not that we're not cultured and worldly people who listen to classical music, because we totally are -- but how often does classical music come from your garage? How often does classical music come from your garage while your husband is waxing his car (or otherwise nerding out with man-toys)? Lynyrd Skynyrd? Sure. Techno? OK. CCR? Possibly. But Johannes Brahms?
And I like it.
A couple of nights ago, I was sitting on the couch while George was at the table working on some homework. My battery was at 6%, time to plug in the cord.
"Hey, do you know where the extra Mac power cord is?"
"Plugged into my computer?"
"No, the EXTRA one. Is it in your school backpack?"
George walks over to the living room, where I hadn't seen his backpack WAS, pulls it out of the front pocket, smiles, shows it to me, puts it back, and walks away.
"... Hello? I need it."
"Oh! Well, you just asked me if I knew where it was."
"I'm sorry, let me rephrase: do you know where it is and may I use it, please?"
We both laughed. He wasn't trying to be funny. That's just the way his brain works.
I have spent a lot of time during our marriage getting annoyed about things like this. I know it's not even necessarily a man thing, just a him thing. And lately, I've been thinking about all the me things he overlooks without even trying, without it even being something he actually overlooks, but flaws he simply doesn't notice because there are much more important things in life. I'm constantly surprised and pleased and touched by this person who I have chosen and who has chosen me to spend our lives together.
My conclusion is this: I'd much rather raise children and spend the next 50/60/70/80 (hey, I'm an optimist) years with someone who forgets things from the grocery store, needs clear instructions when asked a question, and doesn't do the conventional thing all the time than with someone who will not respect me, consider me, make me laugh without fail every single day and put me first and foremost in his world like I try to do with him.
/end mush
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