Shortly after our engagement, Aaron and I were at Bellevue Square in a stationary shop. He was at one rack and I was at another with my back to him as we quietly read through greeting cards. Out of nowhere, a Buddhist nun with shaved head and grey robe took my hand, then reached out and took my soon-to-be-husband’s hand and placed them together. She said a few words we didn’t understand followed by “Very Happy,” squeezed our hands, bowed, and walked out of the store. We turned to each other and at the same time said, “We’ve been blessed.” Then, hand in hand, we ran out of the store to follow her. Up and down the mall we searched, but she was no where to be seen.
I’ve always wondered why she chose us. I don’t know why I just remembered that story, it comes back to me from time to time. She was right, we are very happy. And very thankful for her blessing.
The other day, Mr. H and I were watching Rules of Engagement, part of our Monday night comedy line up after The Big Bang Theory (seriously, pee your pants funny) and How I Met Your Mother.
Audrey had just gotten a promotion and she wanted her husband, Jeff (the Patrick Warburton character) to take her to a Broadway play – “Maybe even a musical – where people might even burst into song for no earthly reason.”
At that moment I realized my life is a musical.
My husband bursts into song for no earthly reason (other than he’s just really happy). It doesn’t matter what he’s doing, washing dishes, walking down the hallway, looking for something interesting to magically appear in the fridge. He makes up funny, silly songs too.
Of course there is no singing out in public or skipping down the sidewalk, but just wait, one of these day’s we’ll have a child and I’ll bet we’ll see him doing that with him or her too.
Before you gasp in horror (or secretly cheer) they were just joking around. It made me gasp, but for a different reason. That was just the sort of thing my dad would say. I could see him sitting there with a full on belly laugh, his feet sticking straight out in front of him (he always stuck his feet straight out when he belly laughed), if he heard my husband say that. He would have loved that line, and he would have filed it away in the back of his brain for future reference looking for a really good opportunity to whip it out and use it.
I miss my dad, but I’m struck by how similar he was to my husband.
What about you? Do you find similarities between your significant other and one of your parents?
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