Ahhhh…the wisdom of Nature to provide a needed giggle and remind us of a very critical thing that I think we can lose in marriage, certainly over the longer haul.
As for the lesson in today’s breakfast grapes, I got the giggles when I pulled this malformed baby off the bunch and looked at it (see above). My husband looks cautiously grinning at me as he often does when he is a) not totally sure what is going to come bursting out of my mouth, and b) if the Governor is going to filter anything.
Me: This poor guy looks just like a Hen-Pecked Man (giggling with a partial mouthful of eggs) 🙂
His Nibs: (Smiling and wondering where this will take us)
Me: I can just hear the poor sod’s nagging wife now (insert voice-over from George Costanza’s Mother) “Eugene! What in the hell are you doing sitting there? I wanted that fence painted yesterday! And how long does it take to get stuff done in this house? That lawn won’t mow itself! The garbage needs taking out! If you would have fixed that lawn mower properly we wouldn’t be sitting in a forest right now!”
Meanwhile, deep in the stale recesses of Eugene’s Fruit of the Looms, one of the wee furry boys is shrinking so fast it’s likely to start trying to crawl up inside again for the mere delight of possibly tuning out the nagging harridan scolding him, hands on hips.
His Nibs has to giggle and admit this is a good one. 🙂
This brings me to the lesson I was reminded of:
- The context of course is a marriage where you have a loving partner (Note I said Loving Partner…not a Perfect Partner – They do not exist, and should you happen to find one you may also find a Unicorn nearby…if that happens call me immediately because THAT is truly a freaking miracle).
- The context is also in the vein of knowing that we all fall short, and sometimes we women (and men) are indeed overcome by life and we get bitchy, short and snappy at times. Lord knows I certainly do.
What I do feel strongly about is being conscious and aware of trying to be a good partner, and encourage my man in life, when he works his behind off for our little family, and is concerned with my comfort and well-being, and takes such good care of me and our fur children.
He is not perfect. Nor am I. But I do believe he is perfect for me. And that is more than enough to keep walking through this imperfect life together.
I was reminded today by our breakfast grapes of the joy of a slower, kinder journey through this life with my partner.
If I want my man to have both his grapes intact…choose kindness. The Grapes and the Man will show gratitude, in so many wonderful ways.
Thus endeth the Lesson.