Have I ever mentioned that Spencer is my best friend? Just in case I've neglected that, let me fill you in...
Spencer doesn't need a whole lot of sleep. Remember that saying that opposites attract? Yeah, in regard to sleeping, this is us. I think sometimes it must drive him crazy that I need to sleep, but he is incredibly patient with me. He shuts the door and hushes the kids and lets me snooze.
BUT. When Spencer hits a wall, he hits it hard, and he needs to go. to. bed. This happened last week, while we were out on a date. All the way home he talked about how glad he was going to be to get into bed. Only when we got home, everyone was still up and the kitchen (which he had cleaned earlier that day) was a mess. He growled at everyone (even me, but only a tiny bit) and proceeded to clean up. The kids scurried to bed, and I dug in to help him get everything put away. When we got in bed I told him that I loved him. I reminded him that our kids were hurting (reference Joe), and they didn't need him to lose his cool. And you know what he said? Mr. I've-Hit-A-Serious-Wall-And-I-Just-Want-To-Go-To-Bed? He said, "That's why I married you. Because you're so great like that."
Wow. Seriously. I probably would have screamed (OK, maybe not, but I would have wanted to) or rolled over and ignored the person who delivered this piece of advice.
On Tuesday night I found that everything in our deep freeze was melting. We lost some little stuff, but we caught it in time to salvage the meat. However, the freezer was a disaster. Spencer got home at 10:30 p.m. and helped me get everything out of the freezer, get the freezer cleaned up, and fix the freezer (it had inadvertently gotten turned down). And when we went to our room, he kissed me and tucked me in--just like he liked me or something. Yeah, never mind that it was ME who turned the freezer down.
Wow. Seriously. I would have screamed at me. Or ignored me. Or gone to bed to face it another time.
Yesterday I got to spend most of the day with my best friend. We slept in together. (A little piece of heaven!) We went to the Draper Temple Open House together. (Heaven again.) We had lunch together. Then we did a temple session together at Jordan River. (Still heaven.) We prayed together. We laughed together. We worried together. We rejoiced together. And then we went to bed together. To sleep. Together.
Yup, definitely heaven. I hope FOREVER lasts a long, long time!
(Now I just have to find a way to be as great to him as he is to me. I'm welcoming suggestions!)
Spencer doesn't need a whole lot of sleep. Remember that saying that opposites attract? Yeah, in regard to sleeping, this is us. I think sometimes it must drive him crazy that I need to sleep, but he is incredibly patient with me. He shuts the door and hushes the kids and lets me snooze.
BUT. When Spencer hits a wall, he hits it hard, and he needs to go. to. bed. This happened last week, while we were out on a date. All the way home he talked about how glad he was going to be to get into bed. Only when we got home, everyone was still up and the kitchen (which he had cleaned earlier that day) was a mess. He growled at everyone (even me, but only a tiny bit) and proceeded to clean up. The kids scurried to bed, and I dug in to help him get everything put away. When we got in bed I told him that I loved him. I reminded him that our kids were hurting (reference Joe), and they didn't need him to lose his cool. And you know what he said? Mr. I've-Hit-A-Serious-Wall-And-I-Just-Want-To-Go-To-Bed? He said, "That's why I married you. Because you're so great like that."
Wow. Seriously. I probably would have screamed (OK, maybe not, but I would have wanted to) or rolled over and ignored the person who delivered this piece of advice.
On Tuesday night I found that everything in our deep freeze was melting. We lost some little stuff, but we caught it in time to salvage the meat. However, the freezer was a disaster. Spencer got home at 10:30 p.m. and helped me get everything out of the freezer, get the freezer cleaned up, and fix the freezer (it had inadvertently gotten turned down). And when we went to our room, he kissed me and tucked me in--just like he liked me or something. Yeah, never mind that it was ME who turned the freezer down.
Wow. Seriously. I would have screamed at me. Or ignored me. Or gone to bed to face it another time.
Yesterday I got to spend most of the day with my best friend. We slept in together. (A little piece of heaven!) We went to the Draper Temple Open House together. (Heaven again.) We had lunch together. Then we did a temple session together at Jordan River. (Still heaven.) We prayed together. We laughed together. We worried together. We rejoiced together. And then we went to bed together. To sleep. Together.
Yup, definitely heaven. I hope FOREVER lasts a long, long time!
(Now I just have to find a way to be as great to him as he is to me. I'm welcoming suggestions!)
1 comments:
Isn't it great to live with your best friend? I'm glad you do.
And Kudos to Spence for not yelling at you, I would've.....AND kicked you outta bed. :)
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