THE LEARNING CURVE
No journaling this week. John told me, “Cara, leave it! We’re gonna make memories that shouldn’t be written down!” Isn’t that adorable? John is even more romantic than I imagined. I will never forget how he cradled my head in his lap, smoothed my hair, and fed me grapes! God, thank you for finding the right guy for me.
John’s such a grouch. When he walked into the house tonight, he asked what was for dinner. I simply asked him what he wanted. He said, “It’s not ready yet?” Well, I just turned on my heels and went up to the bedroom. Let him cook his own meal, then. At bedtime, he finally came up to bed. I informed him that he’d be sleeping on the couch tonight. Do you know what he said to me? He told me no he wouldn’t, that, if I didn’t want to sleep with him, I could sleep on the couch. He’s no Cary Grant….and he’s certainly no gentleman. So now he’s snoring and I’m too ticked to even close my eyes!
He ruined Christmas. I opened my gifts this morning. He bought me a gym membership and some workout clothes. “So you think I’m fat?” I asked. “You mentioned something about wanting to work out.” “I was only testing you to see if you’d tell me I didn’t need to. By the way, YOU FAILED!” Tonight I have to go to John’s family’s house and look happy. I hope they don’t ask me what I got for Christmas. I’m afraid I’ll cry.
Last night, my sweetie came home from work, sat down, patted the cushion next to him and, when I sat down, he took both my hands in his. He said, “Cara, I’m afraid I haven’t been a very good husband. I’ve never been one before, so I’m just learning. Please forgive me for all my blunders.” He then told me to go get packed, that, for Valentine’s Day we were going to a romantic bed and breakfast for the weekend! I was so happy that I tripped running up the stairs. We both laughed ‘til we cried!
John was so sweet today. I’d made spaghetti for dinner, simmering it all day long. I cut up celery, onions, peppers and carrots in tiny bits and cooked them into the sauce. It smelled unbelievable. When it was ready, I put the noodles on a serving plate, poured the sauce over it and was carrying it to the table. I guess the noodles were still a bit wet because the entire thing just slipped onto the floor. John looked at the tears in my eyes and said, “I’ve got an idea! Let’s go out to eat!”
John and I were part of a panel of five young married couples chosen to speak to engaged couples at our church tonight. Several of the couples seemed to use the chance to complain about their mate. It was awkward and sad, really. As I sat there listening to the stories, I became acutely aware that, over the past year, I’d given John plenty of material to rip on me. We were the last couple to speak. Finally, it was our turn. I was very nervous. John spoke up: “The day I married Cara wasn’t the best day of my life.” Oh, no. Here it comes, I thought. He continued, “Each day I wake up next to her is the best day yet.” The engaged girls went, “ohhh…..” The guys groaned, but John continued, “I have a lot of things to learn about women, the meanings of their words, their emotions….but I think I’m getting better at it….and I think I’ve discovered the secret.” People actually leaned toward John then, as he continued, “I do all I can possibly do to make Cara happy, and, when I do that, Cara does all she can to make me happy. So, then, “ he finished, “we’re both happy.” I looked at his handsome face, beaming, brimming with love for me. Impulsively, I reached over and put my arms around his neck, giving him a kiss I never wanted to end. “Get a room!” somebody said. John then smiled with those adorable dimples, looked at me and winked. “I think we will.” He grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet, and we simply walked out. Seminar over. We had our own homework to do.
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