Thursday, February 11, 2010

He loves me.

Mike loves me.

He knows me.

He sent me a card from the desert or dessert, whichever one means the faraway place with lots of sand in it. I've never known how to spell it. I've tried to learn several times but have not been successful enough to be able to retain it through 3+ pregnancies.

Anyway.

He asks me on the phone, "Do you want me to order you some roses for Valentine's day?"

translation:

(I'm pretty sure she would rather use the money on something else, but I'm not about to be the lame guy who doesn't acknowledge [to his spectacular and deserving wife] that it's Valentine's day.)

Me: "Nope, can we use the money to go on a date when you get back?"

Mike's thoughts: "I knew she would want to go out with me instead. She digs me."

Me: "Alright, well lets say we have $80 in the budget for a special date." He probably would only have spent $40 on the flowers, but in time with the accrued interest we'll call it $80.

New topic.

See how sweet he is?

Then the other day I started looking at this super nice ridiculous priced espresso maker on craigslist. I told Mike about it, hoping he'd bring me back down to reality and tell me it was probably something that wasn't necessary. I ask him if he thinks I'm crazy for considering this purchase. His answer?

"No, I don't think you are crazy. It sounds like an ok idea. You should think about getting it."

Sweet guy.

I email the lady.

She never responds back. I'm sort of glad and sort of disappointed. I tell Mike that she didn't email me back and now the post is expired. He tells me he is going to buy me a new one --which happens to be five times the "gently used" price. I talk him out of it. I told him I would be so embarrassed if my friends ever knew how much that thing cost. He reluctantly backs down.

I'm so blessed by how much he loves me and by how compassionate he is toward me. He has never been anything but supportive when I consider spending money on myself. He even requests it during deployments.

I'm looking up compassionate cause I'm curious if I'm using the word correctly. Turns out, I sort of am.

Webster says:
sympathetic consciousness of others' distress together with a desire to alleviate it.
I don't think I'm ever really in distress. If you change that word to "discomfort" then it fits.

He's pretty much the best husband ever.

I miss him.

One month down, three to go.

9 comments:

the nelsons said...

desert (like the sand) has one s.
dessert (the yummy food)has two s's. because you want 2 helpings of dessert (the yummy food).

mrs.merriot taught me that in 4th grade. thought i would pass it along!

beccaellis said...

Thanks Kaci!!! I was just over reading your blog :-)

Anonymous said...

Kaci Jill, I was about to type the same thing! Thank you Mrs. Merriot.

-Hannah

To God be the glory... said...

I'm still praying for you every day.

Cinda Boshart said...

That's brilliant on spelling des(s)ert! Wonder how the Merriot's are?

Bec, Mike is great. I'm lucky to have him for a son-in-law. I sure miss him!

Com--together
passion--to suffer
compassion--to suffer together with
(You know how I like to break words up--easier to deal with) This one is one of my favorites.

the nelsons said...

well we just have a little word study going on here!

and hannah ruth..that is crazy! haha. i still think about that every time i spell those words.

Caroline said...

Becca, in fifth grade Michael made fun of me for spelling that word wrong on some activity that we did in Sunday School. I was humiliated.

He is a great guy.

Haha. Jk Mike. I am over that.

donna said...

My 2 cents worth for the remembering the spelling of "dessert" ... if one serving of chocolate is good, then a 2nd MUST be really, really good!!! :) ~donna

DrewandTrisha said...

Mike gets back in May? Drew gets back in May! =D