Improvements

I just wanted the world to know I am slowly but surely on my way to being (as Julie said it the other day-meanie) the "world's greatest wife."

After reading my last blog and feeling like a big poop, I realized that my husband is also tired. He is also busy. He is also worn out and ready to cry sometimes. That he deserves to be treated like a king, and that since there's only two of us living in my house and partaking in my marriage, I'm the one who gets to treat him as such.

He also serendipitously came home the SAME DAY I talked to Julie, and we talked about all the ways our marriage works, how and why it does, what we do for each other. Not in a hold-it-over-your-head kind of way, but more a "you do this to make me feel that." After the whole conversation he thought in his pooh-bear kind of way for a moment and said:

"I realized recently that the number one way I receive love, which is surprising to me, is acts of service."

He then looked at me sheepishly for a moment, and said "which is why we may have problems down the line." I shocked, but sadly knowing, said "why is that baby?"

"Well, you're not really an acts of service kind of person for me. For other people yeah, but not with me."

To which I fell to the floor and spilled blood from the gaping knife wound he had just inflicted on my heart.

After quickly doing a mental scene of my own death by truth, I apologized profusely and promised to love him the way that he needs. Which brings me to this declaration to the world:

I am a girl of my word.

I have managed to somehow(putting homework at bay, but let's be serious-I'm going to procrastinate anyway, so it's better that I do something that will benefit my marriage than talk on the phone, watch a movie, catch up on Grey's, or heaven forbid...check facebook.) clean the house, make the bed(miracle. really.), fetch Andrew whatever he says he needs aloud AND offer to get him something if I go get myself a cup of water or such, AND SOMEHOW managed to have DINNER ON THE TABLE for him when he walked in the door one day this week. Now, that last one is a pipe dream considering I had to skip class to make it happen, but I wanted him to know I meant what I said.

He has felt almost shy this week as I have offered to do these little things for him. Which makes me feel worse, I shouldn't be able to pat myself on the back for something like saying "hey I'm going to get some water, do you want anything? A glass of water? You hungry?"

I am incredibly blessed and fortunate that my amazing wonderful far too good for me husband has put up with my bologna this long...I am such a selfish twit.

So here's to continuing to love my husband in the way that makes him happy, not just him loving me the way that makes me happy.

The Beginning.