Yesterday, I took a couple of my buddies on a little wheelin' trip in my Jeep. Before leaving, my wife asked me when I thought we'd be back. I gave her my "best guess", which is about as good as a politician's promise.
Long story short, I didn't make it back when she had hoped. There was a phone call to check on where we were, a big let-down at finding out, and a sheepish husband in front of "the boys". And worse, a huge misunderstanding and some arguing to go along with it when I got home. She simply wanted to surprise us with dinner when we got back. Thanks to me, she went to Apollo Burger with my daughter instead.
And yet...
She still loves me. We talked it out, we worked through it, and we moved on. Better, stronger, and a little more understanding of each other as a result. And that is what makes my marriage so great. And that is also why...
I LOVE MY WIFE!
Whyzit so many seem so unwilling to just work on marriage?
Sunday, November 18, 2007
The Hero Returns
Yes. I'm back. My loyal fanbase has been lost without my inquisitive whyzits-ing and howcomes-ing. Back on task...
We have a little quote calendar on the back of our toilet. This allows me to concentrate on meaningful thought in the bathroom. A room where many ingenious ideas have been born over the centuries. Mine is coming, I can feel it. Recently, the quote of the day was as follows;
"Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending."
It took me a minute to see past the simplicity of this statement and realize just how profound it is. I mean, it was great to start my workout routine again, but even greater to end it the next day. And it was great to start orgazining our home office, but it was greater to give up within an hour. Great it was indeed, to start down the road of recovery from my addiction to frosted mini-spooners. Yet even greater was accepting that I am an addict, and that my mini-spooners will control me forever, thus ending said road to recovery.
I could go on all day, because it was great to start this blog...
Howcome great is so, well, great?
We have a little quote calendar on the back of our toilet. This allows me to concentrate on meaningful thought in the bathroom. A room where many ingenious ideas have been born over the centuries. Mine is coming, I can feel it. Recently, the quote of the day was as follows;
"Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending."
It took me a minute to see past the simplicity of this statement and realize just how profound it is. I mean, it was great to start my workout routine again, but even greater to end it the next day. And it was great to start orgazining our home office, but it was greater to give up within an hour. Great it was indeed, to start down the road of recovery from my addiction to frosted mini-spooners. Yet even greater was accepting that I am an addict, and that my mini-spooners will control me forever, thus ending said road to recovery.
I could go on all day, because it was great to start this blog...
Howcome great is so, well, great?
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