The simple Mind…

Watching Jax sit on Papa’s lap this morning watching SquareBob Stretch pants…or whatever it is called…I realized that my husband of 36 years is simple.  I’ve known for many, many years that there is something genuine, calm but with a short fuze but peaceful in his soul.  I used to envy his ability to sit during a house-is-a-mess-things-need-to-be-done hurricane and turn it all off and read a book.  I asked him many times how do you shut things off and not jump from the high dive into the deep end…he always said…I just don’t think about it.  Actually this used to piss me off beyond belief but I also wanted it – I wanted the peaceful soul.  I still do.

I think it has to do with upbringing – there were no pressures on him as a child other than to be a child.  While I don’t think he necessarily learned what I consider adult responsibilities as a child, he learned peace.  Unfortunately in our early days together, I had a whip trying to beat our life into a frenzy of perfection of my goals and he wanted me to relax.

I’m getting there.  I am giving myself permission to relax and do what I want to do now…and he has evolved into the perfect husband.

I was overwhelmed with love and thankfulness yesterday when he installed a new water heater…I priced installation through Home Depot – it was outrageous – he said, I can do it.  He can do it…he has that kind of mind and ability – when the job needs to be done, he figures out how to do it.  With the exception of plumbing…if you are reading this, dear.  I don’t want you to do plumbing.  My stress level can’t deal with it.

My husband is gentle and loving and has no idea how great he is and how much we all depend on him.  It is most evident when love oozes from him with Jaxon.  I’m still learning from him.

Until next time….