Irony

The other night Ben and I were discussing different habits and the reasoning behind them. He was explaining that often he doesn't put things "away" because they are less likely to get lost if you leave them out in plain sight. (side note: I mentioned to him if you just put them in the correct place you wouldn't have to ever wonder were they could be.) And that because he has a tendency to loose things, this technique is something that he has discovered works for him.

He went on to explain about numerous things he has lost and the story behind each item as we walked around the house together cleaning up for the night. As we turned off the last few lights, he finished a story about something he had lost and how he had to go to extremes to retrieve it . . . it was a very stressful story. I turned to him and said, "How do you live with yourself?" Just then I opened the door out to the garage and reached to flip the light switch on and off (to quickly check to see if there were any killers out there before I locked it for the night). His hand beat mine to the switch and he flipped the lights on and off for me -- as he had seen me do hundreds of times before. I turned at him smiling, realizing my obsessive compulsive tendency and asked him, "How do I live with myself?"

I love Ben! He is wonderful! I am glad that he is who he is, even if it causes a little stress along the way when he misplaces something. Most of all, I am so glad he puts up with all of my shortcomings. I am the luckiest wife ever!