our first fight…

Well, we got into our first argument this week… and he missed it. Confused ? Me too. =)

We were laying in bed on Tuesday night, listening so soft music and watching the candle throw flickering glow at the corners of the ceiling. The earlier rain chilled the house and we were happy to be snuggled under the duvet. With my head on his chest, I could smell his shampoo, pit stick, sweat and the juice on his breath as we talked about those inconsequential things couples talk about while waiting for slumber to overtake them.

We were talking about clothes for some reason, and his funeral shirt came up. That is a story for another post, but suffice it to say he does not like “dressing up.” His definition is anything other than jeans and a t-shirt. I really do love his funeral shirt, though, and he looks remarkable in it. He said if I ever win an award at work, he will wear that shirt and jeans, but “no way will I put on slacks or scratchy clothes”… then he asked if he would embarrass me. Laughing softly as I snuffed out the candle, my reply was a simple “nope, not at all, baby.”

It was not until Wednesday in class that I realized what he said, and it made me FURIOUS ! Embarrass me ? This is the man who works sometimes 20 hours in the cold and will come home exhausted, but seeing I do not feel well, will tuck me into bed and go back out for meds and egg drop soup. This is the man who rinses his dishes and makes coffee in the morning, and who cried the first time he told me he loved me. EMBARRASS me ? Never.

When he came home Wednesday evening, I was all ready to light into him. I told him it was offensive that he would even consider that I would be so shallow, and if he thinks so poorly of himself and me, that we are screwed. He looked me up and down, taking in my wrinkled brow and hands on hips, and laughed out loud. I asked him what was so funny and he told me “Well, I guess we had our first fight, and I think I missed it”…

I was in complete agreement, and asked him who won. He called it a stalemate and then kissed me until I was swooning, and told me he just wants me to be sure of who I am getting, and that I am ok with it. You can bet your last dollar that I know, and could not be happier…

Just think of all the $ we will save on dry cleaning, and I know just what to do with it.  We already have $29 in a mason jar; our boat fund. A paltry sum, I am aware… but it’s an investment in our future. I can just see him, blue jeans cutoffs, tanned, sans shirt but wearing his bandana and sunglasses… Mmm. Yeah, I know what I am getting. =)


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