September 11, 2007
When I step back and take a look at my life, I have so much to be grateful for. Today I'm feeling particularly grateful for my husband. Sure, we have our moments--empty threats, ultimatums, air born objects, the urge to clean moldy bathroom surfaces with one another's toothbrush and then actually following through with it--but really, doesn't every couple have their moments?
None of those feeling exist today. Nope, none. I have nothing but love and gratitude for my eternal companion.
What, you might wonder, has managed to induce these feeling of wedded bliss? It's actually quite simple.
Yesterday, Jared and I went to the YMCA to lift some weights. Before we got started with our highly impressive iron pumping routine, we decided to do a little warmup on the treadmill. For me, a warmup is five minutes of walking. For Jared, a warmup is anything that's twice as long and three times faster than what I'm doing.
I looked to my right and there was Jared, bounding along with the treadmill set to 10 miles per hour. That's six minute miles. I was kind of impressed. I've never even seen my husband chase after the ice cream truck so I really had no concept of his abilities.
I watched him for about ten seconds and noticed that he was working really hard to make his running look effortless. He looked over at me and gave me a quick little wave as if to say "oh my gosh, this is like, ridiculously easy." As he turned his head back toward to TV to catch Dr. Phil's next snippet of advice, Jared lost his footing.
And that's when my husband was catapulted off of the treadmill.
Everything about it was amazing--the sight of the flying man, the sound of the falling body, the awkward silence in a place that's usually buzzing with sound--even the background music fell quiet (ok, not really, but this is my story).
Jared jumped back on the treadmill and fast as he possibly could and stared at me with a set of wide, frightened eyes. The expression was remarkably similar to an orphaned kitten who just narrowly escaped being smooshed by a runaway dump truck.
I looked back at him, smiled a caring smile and mouthed the words, "OH MY GOSH. I'M SO INTO YOU! YOU ARE SO HOT."
And that is why I'm grateful for Jared.