My Valentine Part 2

Yes, Mrs. Nurse Boy, I will be your valentine. Only if you will be mine.

Yesterday's post was sugary sweet to the dismay of the brother in law. It did make me feel loved and cared for though, so thank you Mrs. NB.

Here is why I appreciate Mrs. NB:

On our first date, she made fun of my color blindness. She was ruthless. I loved every minute of it. I can't take myself too seriously, and I love the fact that Mrs. NB can't either. She still loves to make fun of me. We have talked about our new pact to exercise six nights a week on the treadmill. I probably fall off of it twice a week. I don't go all the way to the ground, but it is quite the jolt. Our treadmill is not the widest, but the Mrs. has never fallen off. Here is how it sounds: thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, screech, thud, scramble, hummmmmmmmmmmmmm, thump, thump, thump. Then I hear, "Did you fall off?" When I answer,"Yes," there is no, "Are you OK?" No checking on me. No real concern. Just laughter. That is how I want it. She gets me. I love her for that.

Mrs. NB does not like uncertainty. I know, all that really means is she has ovaries. I can understand it. Right now she is staying at home with the kids. I am the only real source of income. She has to trust that I will not screw up and come home without a job or something. There have been a couple times in the last six years that I have told her I want to explore a change. Once I tried medical supply sales. A second time I wanted to work at a hospital 40 minutes away that is smaller than our high school was. Both times I switched back to the place where I currently work. Both times I was taken out of my comfort zone and grew in my career. She did not know that was going to happen before hand, though. She got behind me, encouraged me, and supported me the whole way. She ignored her little voice telling her that I was crazy. Her support and trust in me makes me a more confident man. I love her for that.

I am not organized or disciplined. I like to go through the day doing what feels the best. I don't like to plan. Mrs. NB does like all of those things. I can't say she likes it, she just can't stand not doing it. If I ran the house, nothing would get done. The kids would be brats. We would eat only stuff that can warmed up quickly or we would go out. We would only clean when stuff looked dirty. No preventative cleaning. We would not change our sheets, just put them on for a year and buy a new set when they got to brown. We would launder our towels twice a year. The reality is, I am proud to bring someone to my house. I am proud to show off my well disciplined kids who are well kept. My towels and sheets don't need to be quarantined by the CDC. I love her for that.
Mrs. NB is not only my wife, but she is my friend, my business partner, my helper, my boss, my barber, my editor, my lover, and my accountability partner. She is the only person I would have trusted enough to lead me to church where my relationship with Jesus became dynamic. I love her for that.

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