Easily Excitable

I have a confession for you: 

I do not have the Delta app downloaded on my phone. 

Now, to anyone else, this probably doesn’t seem like that big of a deal.

But when traveling, one would think that two minds are better than one, and that both minds should be able to keep up with a boarding pass. 

That is not my marriage, praise God. 

When it comes to traveling, Trey’s responsibilities include the following:

• Researching the gate information
• Keeping the passports
• Having the boarding passes
• Making sure I don’t have any security issues in my bag
• Remembering where we park the car
• Leading the way to our seats (where I will always sit in the middle)

My responsibilities:

• Keeping up with my luggage

I’m thinking that, one of these days, he’ll take that over too.

A gal can dream, right? 

I am not detail-oriented. At all. 

Unless I have to be. 

Lucky for me, Trey has a little superpower called ADHD that allows him to hyperfixate on things. Does this mean that he notices when my socks don’t match? 

You bet. 

And does this also mean that maybe a small argument has arisen from unmatching socks? 

I’ll let your figure that one out. 

That hyperfixation also comes in handy when I lose my wallet.

Or my keys.

Or my phone.

This would probably be helped if I carried a purse, but please hear me when I tell you that this would be even more of a disaster.

I know myself well enough to know that I would only lose the entire purse and be down my wallet, phone, and keys all at the same time. 

Self-awareness is important. 

Also, to be clear: I am pretty sure there is some attention deficits in my corner, 

But that mainly presents itself in the inability to modulate my voice, oddly creative conversation starters, intrusive thoughts, and the ability to focus on 15 things at a time. 

This makes me a decent teacher but probably puts me in the LIABILITY category as a wife. 

These are some of the thoughts I had this past week while walking through the airport, on the airplane, and hurtling across a Mexican desert.

I also had this thought:

What a gift to be known so well by another person. 

This past week made five years since our first date. That’s significant for both of us because on that first date, on June 26th, 2020, we started the whole rigmarole of getting to know each other. 

That’s a small sentence, but it’s no small feat. 

There’s a lot to learn about another person: quirks, annoyances, bad habits, loves and likes. 

There’s learning what the other is like when he’s sick; the flip side is learning just how impatient she is when caring for her patient. 

There’s learning how you differ when it comes to training a dog and just how much one party hates gnats. 

There’s discovering (from experience) that cricket tacos are a hard no for both parties involved. 

There’s learning how to travel together, how to live together, how to budget together. 

There’s learning what spots the other loves (anywhere with outside seating), how the other sleeps (with a fan on, no matter what), and what’s the best activity for free Saturday mornings for both (the answer is always pickleball). 

There are countless stories to be shared, 

Laughs to have, 

Arguments to hash out, 

Decisions to be made,

And more conversations to dig into than one would think possible. 

After getting to know Trey like this, here’s my overall takeaway:

It is good to be known Entirely and loved All the Same. 

I loved my life before I met Trey, for sure. But there is something miraculous about doing all things, both ordinary and extraordinary, with your favorite person. 

Five years ago, we started talking and never stopped, and in that talking came more laughs than I thought possible.

To love a good man is a gift, and I don’t ever want to forget that. 

To have a husband who loves your family as his own? 

That is a gift. 

To have a husband who washes dishes, 

helps put up and take down beach tents,

gives his wife space and time to work in the garden (and helps out as needed)? 

That is a gift. 

To have a husband who is faithful and loyal, 

who emulates Christ, 

who isn’t harsh in word or deed, 

who compliments your outfits, 

who can sing all the words of Cher’s “Believe” with you? 

That is a gift. 

To have a husband who values you, 

Appreciates and listens to your opinions, 

And can get you through customs flawlessly?

That is a gift. 

I pray I never forget that. 

Here’s to five years of dating, Trey. 

It’s been my favorite five years yet.