Last night was one of those unexpected late nights.
Verner and I were in bed, winding down, getting ready to sleep (well, he was getting ready to sleep), which then of course prompted me to start up a lengthy conversation with him.
Funny how that happens.
I was in one of those moods where I just needed to talk. I needed to talk about my worries. I needed to talk about my stresses. I needed to ask questions that I didn't really need to hear answers to. I just needed a set of ears, you know?
And sometimes, because he's a man and that's what men do, he wants to fix these worries and stresses by devising a plan to make it all better. But last night? Somehow he just knew to stay silent and listen. He just let me talk....and talk, and talk.
And then, just like that, things felt whole again. Without anything really changing at all but the mere fact that I was heard.
So then, after a nice hug-sesh, I looked at our kitchen (because from our BED, it's a mere 5 feet away) and said I hated the color. (Okay, hate is a strong word, so we'll say "strongly dislike".) And, as if he somehow knew right then was the moment to be a "Fixer of a Man", up out of bed he got, whipped out some leftover paint samples we had, and started painting. And so begins our new kitchen project...
And if you're wondering if I got up to help, I DID. For about 5 minutes. Then it was back to bed for me so I could give my much needed and professional advice on if the color looked okay from a distance. Obvi.
Then, when it was well past midnight and I should have been in a deep sleep, I instead laid there, wide awake, and discovered about 100 new people to follow on Instagram.
Just makin' the most of my time, people, what can I say.
Verner and I were in bed, winding down, getting ready to sleep (well, he was getting ready to sleep), which then of course prompted me to start up a lengthy conversation with him.
Funny how that happens.
I was in one of those moods where I just needed to talk. I needed to talk about my worries. I needed to talk about my stresses. I needed to ask questions that I didn't really need to hear answers to. I just needed a set of ears, you know?
And sometimes, because he's a man and that's what men do, he wants to fix these worries and stresses by devising a plan to make it all better. But last night? Somehow he just knew to stay silent and listen. He just let me talk....and talk, and talk.
And then, just like that, things felt whole again. Without anything really changing at all but the mere fact that I was heard.
So then, after a nice hug-sesh, I looked at our kitchen (because from our BED, it's a mere 5 feet away) and said I hated the color. (Okay, hate is a strong word, so we'll say "strongly dislike".) And, as if he somehow knew right then was the moment to be a "Fixer of a Man", up out of bed he got, whipped out some leftover paint samples we had, and started painting. And so begins our new kitchen project...
And if you're wondering if I got up to help, I DID. For about 5 minutes. Then it was back to bed for me so I could give my much needed and professional advice on if the color looked okay from a distance. Obvi.
Then, when it was well past midnight and I should have been in a deep sleep, I instead laid there, wide awake, and discovered about 100 new people to follow on Instagram.
Just makin' the most of my time, people, what can I say.
XOXO,
Mish
D'awww that's awesome! Your fiancee sounds like a sweetheart! How charming and sweet of him! He knew when to listen and when to jump to action! Definitely a keeper!!
ReplyDeleteAlso OMG that line about "being in the mood" and "just needing a set of ear" is too spot-on. I have those moments all the time and your description sums it up perfectly. It's like you tore a page out of my life! Thanks for putting words to such an emotional experience!
Hope the kitchen project goes well!
That's so sweet of him. My husband is not the fixer upper, that tends to be me. I know what it's like to lay in bed though and feel overwhelmed with everything that needs to be done. I do that far too often.
ReplyDeleteOh how I can relate to just needing some to listen. My husband calls it my talk therapy sessions :)
ReplyDelete*hard clap* awesome sauce, V! whatta man whatta man whatta might good man you have!!!
ReplyDeleteGotta love random nights like that! :) Also, I have been a fan of your blog for awhile now and last night I noticed that you started following me on Instagram...now I know why! :)
ReplyDeleteYou've most definitely got a good one!
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