I am realizing that after seven years, I still don't know everything about my wife.
Within five minutes this place had me wanting to work there so I could understand what their training was as it relates to service, but I digress, and the best is yet to come.
The only thing that covered up that sin of forgetting Lindsay's dinner is the fact that she got to watch me struggle more than usual as Emma was doing gymnastics as I tried to get her ready for her bath.
The words you are about to read are not my own because I would never be caught dead watching The Bachelor. I hired out a ghost writer who goes by the name Luap. So without further ado... here is what I, I mean here is what HE learned from watching The Bachelor.
Thank God Lindsay was so insistent on me pre-packing, because at 6:00AM on the morning I was leaving for New Market, VA, poop happened.
Y'all, I am one of the most blessed people that you will meet. Lindsay is literally a saint, not only because she has to deal with me on a daily basis, but because she also sacrifices all that she is for the betterment of her family and home. She really is a Proverbs 31 wife.
I love free. In fact, if you mention the words free and food together, I may even run over a small child to get to where you are.
I am not exactly sure what I did to deserve my wife, but let's just say when I realized she was way out of my league, I went and put a ring on it. Thanks for the advice Beyonce.
This past week I was slapped in the face with a reminder that I am still breaking myself of the love of money, and the fact that I get to add another "You're the worst" trophy to my mantle.