Jacob has the entire week off from work. His company actually closes the office and tells their employees not to come in. It is like they know my innermost thoughts. Yeah for you, Bridgespan, yeah for you. But mostly for me.
Sunday night Jacob asked if we could talk. He wanted to spend some time making a list of our plans for this week. Making a list, people. It is like he knows my innermost thoughts. It was Christmas all over again.
But my husband makes no ordinary lists. This one had a table (categories are important you know), along with things we needed to talk about (upcoming purchases, goals for 2011, kids' activities, etc.) and items to buy at the grocery store (the man asked if he could cook dinner each night this week). I don't know what is better than Christmas, but that is what I was experiencing.
{Cue the choir of happy people singing}Just now I was walking through the kitchen and saw Jacob's list on the cupboard. And do you know what the first thing on the "Things to Talk About" list was? (Now honestly, folks,
I know he typed this while I was sitting there, I'm sure I even commented on it, but it must not have registered. In my defense, it was late.)
Linn, Jacob, relationship, how we're going to get along for the next 12 years...
I feel sick from laughing. Not a lot of people know this, because he tends to be more serious (tends? now
that is funny), but Jacob can make me laugh harder than anyone I know.
I can't wait for this talk to take place because seriously, I think what he really meant was "How in the world am I going to get along with this crazy, OCD lady for the next 12 years?"
The best part is we get along swimmingly. (I have
always wanted to use that word in a blog post. I said it in a British accent in my mind, just so you know.) There is no one in this world I would rather spend time with than Jacob. He is brilliant, happy, kind, good, handsome, thoughtful, thrify, brave, clean, reverent. I adore him.
Plus, he makes me laugh. Seriously, "how we're going to get along for the next 12 years." That is funniness like I can hardly handle.
I'll let you know how it goes.
{Cue more hysterical laughter}