Handsome Dude Smarty-pants
I bring you a song.
0:41 seconds of ‘you-just-might-be-humming-this-until-July’ kind of song.
Truth be told–I’m not the actual, factual champion of the world.
Well–not today, anyway.
[Not that there can’t be multiple champions in this household–it’s just that today it’s definitely Handsome Dude.]
“Handsome Dude Smarty-pants” is just a nickname that means that the other occupant of the house at this address is:
–handsome
–he’s a he
–he’s smart
–and he wears pants.
Handsome Dude Smarty-pants.
He’s amazing at what he does.
But–not just at work.
Sometimes I forget that I married his amazing self before he was receiving any kind of honor or recognition from any institution or group or committee.
If I remember correctly everything used to be a celebration for us.
–him asking me on a date
–liking the same kind of music
–finishing a project for a class (college)
–the date he asked me to marry him
–finding an apartment the size of a refrigerator box
–twinner shirts
–snow in May
–a price cut on our favorite cereal
–holidays that we created (like the “Can you believe we’ve been married for 92 minutes?” holiday)
–finishing finals
–accidentally bumping into each other on campus
–saying a word at the same time
~sigh~
And now it seems that I have to receive an invitation to a gala where someone else will recognize and celebrate this really remarkable man that I used to recognize and celebrate with enthusiasm all on my own.
I’m going to get back to that.
A little more skipping because he came home at the end of the day.
A little more giggle in my voice when he calls.
A little more celebrating things that I’ve become accustomed to.
A little more of a lot.
[I love this song. I know there are some females out there singing it with the right pronouns for the likes of me–but–I love the trumpet on this one.]
I ‘ve grown accustomed to his face. ~smile~
I so can do this.
what do you think?