Tuesday, June 16, 2009

6325

I love words, the dictionary being my favorite all time book. Numbers are a quick second. Anyone who knows me knows that I love numbers; math, puzzles, NUMBERS. I count everything.

I am pretty sure there are meds for people like me. Obsessive counting and decision making based on numbers. I love odd numbers, I think the Lord gave me four children to help me get over my obsession of the number 3 and 7....our family is perfectly 4 and 6...


While visiting a new couple in our ward Sunday [I am the first counselor (Education) in the Relief Society for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints; we visit sisters pretty much every Sunday]....

...so, while visiting this past Sunday we met a new couple who have been married 44 days.....now, learning of their recent marriage is one part of the conversation, the important part is that he, YES HE, shared that walking to church, holding her hand, he was ecstatic to think that they had been married FORTY FOUR days!!!


Of course, the story doesn't end there, me basking in new love, and thinking how sweet this young man was to be COUNTING the days, and so in love.

This story is just beginning.....

I walked through the door and Mr B. immediately sensed that he was in trouble.... always in trouble, generally doesn't know what he did. And there I am.... silently wondering if he is still counting the days...????

B: "What did I do????? ...NOW???"

Me: "I don't know.....maybe it is something you are NOT doing!!!!"


Me: "LIKE COUNTING THE DAYS WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED!!!!!"



i Dont reaLLy expect too much, do I????

so tonight....Mr. B comes home, and upon our greeting one another, he whispers into my ear, "SIX THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE DAYS...."

aNd....THE sTOry ConTINueS ♥

1 comment:

Jillene said...

Aaaawwww....Mr. B ROCKS!! My hubby would have told me I was crazy and left it at that!!

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?