There are many reasons why I love my wife, surely too many to list on my humble blog, however, there are two things that happened this week that are opposites of each other that have stuck in my mind the last couple days.
First, we were over at my mother-in-law’s the other night for dinner. It was no big thing. She usually invites us out for dinner every couple weeks so she can spend time with the three of us. When we got to the house, my youngest brother-in-law was playing Rock Band on his PS2. I went up to his room to check it out. He was playing the drums, but had the sound down on the TV and couldn’t even really hear the song he was playing. I would think that if you’re playing Rock Band you’d want to hear the song you’re playing, not the thump of the sticks on fake drums, but whatever. I’m getting off topic.
After a couple songs he asks me if I want to try. I said sure and tried to play drums for “Say it Ain’t So” by Weezer on Easy mode. I didn’t do too bad. It was Easy mode, so it wasn’t like it was that hard either. After that song, I switched to guitar and he went back to drums and we were playing something else. After another song or two, Brandi comes into the room to see what we’re doing. Up until that point I had been doing OK on the guitar. As soon as she walks into the room, I start messing up. Why? Because Brandi has the ability to transform me back into the über clumsy teenager that I once was (as opposed to the clumsy adult I have become). No one else really does that. Something about her changes me back into the nervous geek boy that wanted to impress her when we first started going out oh so many years ago. Of course she’d just say I’m uncoordinated, which is true, but this goes beyond that. It’s hard to explain, I’ll just leave it at that.
The other example is from just last night. I get home from work and am having dinner around 9:30. The library had been pretty slow and boring. Brandi has saved a plate for me and is doing dishes while I eat. *Insert exasperated little tiff about something dumb.*
How does this help me realize my continued love for my wife? She drives me completely fucking bat-shit crazy (I’m sure she’d say the same of me), and yet I’m completely happy with her and don’t know what I’d do without her. It’s as simple as that. I look at Brandi’s grandparents who also drive each other completely fucking bat-shit crazy and they’ve been together for over 50 years, so I don’t think I have anything to worry about.