He's Got What it Takes

Today is the day of the "procedure". When I was doing the pre-op the nurse asked me about my faith. I was a little taken aback but then replied: "Catholic - but I hope it does not come to that!" - and she laughed.
Now, this procedure does not involve cutting, but they will "put me under", as in, I will not be in control of anything for the time being. (not that I am, I just love to think that I am) Now, this is not a dangerous thing, but as the disclaimer always states, there are certain risks and in medicine, nothing is guaranteed.

Lots of good wishes have been sent my way and I am grateful for the support.

However, this post is for the one person in my life who does not get acknowledged a lot for what he does, because he just does and is. It's so easy to take that for granted. My daughter, whom I love very much gets to hear: "I love you" more often, since she is so far away.

But truthfully, with the ones who are closest to us, we are often negligent in expressing what we feel. I know I am.

So this is to the guy who makes me smile and laugh every day. He is the one who has what it takes to go the distance with me, day after day.
Who else would have laughed like crazy after I took the cinnamon rolls away from him (since he was carrying them "the wrong way") just to then drop them so they landed upside down?
Still a favorite moment of mine.
Or the time when I did not want to pull the baking sheet out of the oven to turn the fish and chips? He advised to do it and I (being the experienced cook) told him off. Predictably, the sheet tipped over and sent food flying everywhere. He was wiping tears from his eyes as he fished the last fries out of the oven drawer.

The other day I managed to drop a whole box of cupcakes, expensive ones. Everyone who saw this just gasped. I, however, started to laugh which earned me some stares.
Too bad that he wasn't there to witness.

He is the one who laughs with me, not at me, when he discovers that in all the years I have lived here I never managed to figure out the proper words to a song which did not stop me from singing along at full voice in the (unjustified) belief that I knew the lyrics.
Or the time I was standing behind a car, wondering aloud what the letters on the license plate could possibly mean, just to have a guy walk by who immediately knew what they meant and laughingly told me so.

He laughed with me in my embarrassment.

He should have known what he was getting into early on when he, my daughter and I went to Wendy's drive-through to order some Frosties and I answered: "Chocolate" when I was asked: "What size?" To this day, my daughter won't let me forget this one.

There have been so many moments when he saved the moment and the day by making me see that life does not have to be serious all the time.
And bit by bit he is converting me to his way of thinking even though I still have some way to go.

There have been many moments when he could have chosen angry words over laughter. Or he could have made fun of me, as for example right now, when I was editing this post and lost it. But I know what he would have done instead, namely calmly found it for me. Then, he would have laughed.

It speaks for him that I resurrected this one myself.

I hope I make him as happy as he is making me.