Wednesday, November 28, 2012

He Has a Way With Words

As said by Flash to the one-armed saleswoman, "...that's pretty handy!"

I can't make this up.  I swear.  

Second Grade Spelling

"Miss Eliza?"

"Yes, L?"

"How do you spell, "ovum?"

"Ovum?  What do you mean, L?  Can you use it in a sentence for me?"

"Sure.  Like, '...there were a hundred ovum...'"

"Ah, L.  You mean 'of them' then.  Two words."

"Two words?  Really?  For 'ovum'?!  Huh!"

I shouldn't be so surprised.  This comes from my same second grade class that believes fairy tales start with "Wunsa pona time...."

Maybe by the end of the year I can get all ovum to spell better so we can live Happily Ever After.

Blessed

Last night, curled up on the couch with just the Christmas tree lights on, WG and I were looking at my nativity set atop the armoire.  I was telling him about how Bear made the crèche for me and how perfect it is.  I mentioned how I had received the pieces over a couple of years and for several occasions until I had the full set.  We sat together for awhile, admiring, until I said, "About the only thing missing is a star."  WG asked what kind of star I had in mind and having not given it a lot of thought, I simply said I thought it should be lit up, but other than that, I didn't really know.  I thought maybe Mary and Joseph should have a bit of light on them as well, but I wasn't sure how to accomplish all that.

Tonight, finally arriving home after running errands, I walked into the living room to see an amazing glowing star atop the crèche!  WG had rigged an ornament full of lights, mounted it and even blackened out unnecessary lights to make my nativity scene just perfect.

I stood in awe.  I couldn't believe how perfectly he had taken a poorly described vision in my head and made it a reality just 18 hours later.


Oh how I love this man.  And oh, the ways he shows his love for me.  Thank you, WG.  For my early Christmas blessing.  

The Substitute




Ah, my ring.  My beautiful, complicated, patience-teaching ring.  When asked, quite awhile ago now, what sort of ring I might like, I had no idea.  It had been over 20 years since I last looked at diamonds.  It didn't take me long to know I didn't like much of what I saw in the jewelry cases around town, though.  Bling is definitely in, just not for me.  I stumbled across Tacori.  Known for their hand-engraving, I loved the etched style, adored the elegant and unique look and knew that was certainly my style of ring.  Even so, the two jewelers in our area that carry Tacori didn't carry the hand-engraved rings.  The jeweler had to order them in for us to even look at.  Per WG's request, I narrowed the field, but he chose the ring.

And he did a marvelous job.  My ring is absolutely stunning.  One solitaire stone set in a vintage-style band with gorgeous engraving around the band.  Even the mount for the diamond is intricate and beautiful.

Of course, all this handiwork takes time.  A month, it would seem.  And so, I waited.  Not-very-patiently.  But finally, much to WG's relief, it came and he proposed, and all was right in the world again.

Until we went looking for a wedding band.  You see, this mount has a certain curve to it, so regular bands won't lie next to it correctly.  Tacori makes a "matching band" of course, but again, no one had it for us to look at in person.  We finally asked the jeweler to order it in that we might see it.  And so we did today.  And we both really loved it, and it goes so nicely with my engagement ring, and even though WG had to donate his other kidney for it, we decided to order it.

At which point I had to take off my not-two-weeks-old engagement ring to be sent back so the matching band can be perfectly aligned and engraved and sigh.....gone. For four more weeks.  I know it makes sense, and truly, I wouldn't want to do this any other way, as these two really will look beautiful sitting side by side, but FOUR MORE WEEKS?!

Oh, to have patience.

WG isn't so sure he wants to deal with me and my impatient self for this month or ringlessness, but he also didn't really like the idea of me not having a ring on my finger while we wait.  Ever the romantic, WG was quick with a solution.  Already over budget on rings, he created a low-cost, worry-free, lifetime replacement guarantee substitute ring...




....out of a cable tie.  He had it on my finger in the parking lot of the jeweler, not ten minutes after I had taken my beautiful diamond off.

I have to admit, he is clever.  I don't think there is a man out there that would dare steal away the fiancée of another man, especially when her engagement is marked by a cable tie! 

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Thankfulness

Our first Thanksgiving together.  (Last year, I was busy holding a new baby niece and he was busy cheering on the Lions at Ford Field).  We enjoyed a special day together, just the two of us, with all our favorites on the table, and no agenda at all.  

As we counted our blessings, WG was quick to share his gratitude for homemade dinner rolls, while I  emphasized thankfulness that I was eating an amazing turkey dinner and I didn't have to do one single thing with the gross innards of the bird (well, other than avoid seeing the neck as WG cooked it up for himself.  Gross!)

We are a fine pair, indeed!  Now, if only the cats hadn't stolen the wishbone before we could make our wishes, we might have been able to wish for this kind of holiday every year!

Sunday, November 18, 2012

When You Send A Man To The Grocery Store...


...to buy cherry jello (amongst many other things)...he might get confused and wonder if "cherry cereza" jello is the same as regular jello?  He might look the whole jello display over trying in vain to find just regular ol' cherry jello instead of this "cherry cereza" variety....until he has a lightbulb moment and realizes his error.  



Have no fear, WG, we've all been there, done that.  
Or as they say in Spanish... "Ya he pasado por eso".

Saturday, November 17, 2012

The Walk

We want to orchestrate life.  We want to plan and choreograph moments, aiming for perfection, worrying about any risk that might flaw the moment or scar the memory.  We practice our lines, we over-think our appearance, our location, our intentions.  But then, in the rumblings deep in our heart, we hear it, the low, loving, chuckle of the only One who can make a moment, an appearance, a conversation perfect.  God's laugh is the very contagious sort that makes me stop, smile and join in on the humor.  Ah, yes, it is entertaining when we think life is about creating perfection, or worse yet, being perfect.  I am thankful for that Fatherly chuckle that reminds me again and again that it is about the journey itself.

Our journey, or this particular part of it, took place in the park downtown.  The disappointment for WG was palpable the moment he parked the Jeep.  The holiday lights were strung, the candy cane arches were present, the scene was, in fact set, but not turned on.  Instead of festive, holiday cheer, there were skateboarders enjoying the empty fountain basins.  But WG knew, it wasn't about lights, or Christmas, or ambiance, it was about the walk.

And so he took my hand, and we walked.  We talked about his house, and the advice the realtor had given him.  We talked about school, and about gift ideas for his family.  We talked about families, and silently paused to be gracious for our own blessed life.  

He stopped me by the nativity, empty but for a half dozen plastic cheep grazing nearby, and got down on his knee.  Even knowing this was coming, even knowing each step that had led us here, I was still overcome and surprised to see this man I love so dearly, down on a knee in the cold November night.  

His words didn't come out quite like he wanted them to, and he didn't say all that he had practiced to say, but it didn't matter a single bit.  I knew what his heart was telling mine.  My answer, of course was of no surprise to him, either, and I wasn't even able to surprise him when I handed him the card that has been tucked in the Bible my mom gave me, in the pages of Ephesians since our one-month anniversary in March of 2011.  

"I wondered about this," he said.


He opened the card, the seal signed with his signature and dated nearly two years ago, and read, "Sweet James, Someday, in the not-so-distant future, you are going to ask me a question.  my answer is, without a doubt, an unwavering -Yes!"

For all we've been through as 40-something's trying to navigate the dating path, for the struggles along the way that took us out of each other's lives for a time, I had always believed that he was the kind of man I wanted to spend my life with.  I knew it a month into dating him, and I know it now.  

Our walk together has been far from perfect.  We don't say the right things, we don't do the right things, we don't always look to each other like the people we intend to be for the one we love.  But that's our journey.  And it will be our marriage.  

I have waited what feels like a thousand years for this man and for this love.  




My dear sweet James, it will not go as planned, it will not go perfectly, but God planned us to be perfect for each other.  Yes! 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Oh The Changes He's Made

"You know, Eliza, I've made a lot of changes since we started dating."

"I am hoping you think of them as good changes, WG."

"Well, yeah.  I mean mostly."

"Mostly?"

"Well, except the side dishes."

"Side dishes? What do you mean side dishes?"

"Well, when I cooked a meal before, I never had to make side dishes, too!"

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

I Still Haven't Learned

I ruined my first engagement story.  Not that it was heaping with romance to begin with, but I certainly didn't help matters when I kept demanding to see my ring.  (In my defense, I honestly believed he was proposing to me with the family diamond in its original setting and not the setting we had picked out together for my ring.) For weeks after, through all the retellings of how he proposed, I always had to admit to sounding like a superficial, materialistic, demanding fool.  Always the way you want to come across as a new fiancée.

With a second proposal looking like more and more of a possibility, I vowed to not repeat this mistake, an objective that seems easy enough considering there isn't a family diamond to be dealing with this time around.

Little did I know, however, when I picked out the general look of the ring (WG picked out the actual ring) that it would take four weeks to be "hand crafted" in California.  Anyone who knows me knows that patience is not a virtue I have in abundance.  As the weeks have ticked by, and no romantic down-on-one-knee proposal has occurred, I have found myself muttering more than once, "I wish my ring would get here!  Where is it?"  Until I realized that I was repeating the same mistake all over again.

Sigh.  It really has nothing at all to do with the bling, I swear!  I am just so excited to tell everyone and to get married that I am impatient for the ring that proclaims it to the world!

But seriously, where is that darn ring?!