My large personality and I are reading the new Ken Follet book in our spare time. If you have never read Pillars of the Earth, I recommend that you do yourself a favor, and go get it. The one I am reading is a sequel.
The reading is escapism, you know. But it's also rather a vain attempt at escapism. I don't have sufficient time to lose myself for long.
I am also reading one called En Tanglement, which deals with quantum mechanics. I am fascinated by this topic, which is surprising given my lack of actual education, and the fact that I am a silly blond. I suppose that physics is a less detrimental habit than some I could foster.
I am learning a thing or two, beyond quarks, and so forth.
I am learning to appreciate the moment, and to keep from getting ahead of myself. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that I am aware of how impatient I am, and am therefore trying to be otherwise.
This is my struggle with so many areas, but it's currently noticeable in the dating experience. Dating has it's perks, but I find myself straining ahead to what's next. I like the whole romance thing as much as any woman, but I find myself interested in getting on with life. Dating can seem very transitional, and more than a little devoid of various and sundry benefits of marriage.
It's funny, though, as I have grown aware of my own impatience, I've begun to appreciate the process. I expect this dating relationship is going in the right direction. And that frees me up to enjoy this particular time. Honestly, If I marry this man, I will look back on the courtship with fondness. That is an incentive to do it well. The memories we are making here become quite important when viewed as a stepping stone to a permanent relationship. Plus, I have come to see this time as being very unique. If things go well, I would never find myself courting ever again. That's reason to savor this.
I like the friendship I have with Tim. It's funny that I am often aware that we do not argue. That's remarkable to me. I've been dating him for 4 months, and we've never even had a tense conversation, much less gone to guns. Because of our friendship prior to dating, we are each aware of quirks and idiosyncrasies in one another. For some reason, we 'get' each other, and seem very able to flex on issues of importance. I've never really had a relationship where we didn't fight. There's no childish tug-of-war here, and we always seem to be able to deal with what we've got.
Yes, he does have faults, just so you know. I don't mind them so much. He knows mine, too. I think he's got the short-end-of-the-stick, if you want to know the truth. He's way good-looking, smart and wise and funny. I'm, you know, just me.
I had read that in a well-matched couple, each will think that they have gotten a good deal. He's still around, and showering me with affection. I'm still pinching myself at my good fortune.
It would seem that God has a Hand in this. Love is way more mysterious than quantum mechanics any day of the week.
4 comments:
Ah, but someday, when he's chewing something loudly (or whichever mildly annoying thing he does) you'll find yourself wanting to throw a stock pot at his head just to stop the incessant chomp-chomping.
Or maybe that's just me. =)
Love this post, Kel.
I second that comment of Cathy's! But add to it that if he then stops whatever annoying behavior for any length of time you will suddenly find yourself missing it as if some piece of him has gone away. It is certainly a mystery.
Tim is the Mary Poppins of men, he is Practically Perfaect in every way. That is to say, he would never chew loudly. either would he do anything at all untoward, uncouth, or unkind. He ruins the curve for all of us!
Oh dear.
You've got it bad. Worse than I thought, even. =)
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