A friend of mine wrote an awesome comment on my blog the other day, she said she loved her husband, warts and all. I’ve thought alot about that statement. About how true it was.
When you first start dating someone you’re so excited. You think this is the best relationship EVER! You are so lucky! He is soooooo PERFECT!!! You can’t believe you lived this long without having this person in your life.
It’s kind of like what Eddie Murphy says about the cracker. If you haven’t eaten in a long time and someone throws you a saltine, you think it’s a Ritz. It’s the best cracker EVER! You can’t believe you’ve lived this long without this cracker.
THEN, you’re looking at the other person one day, and you start to think, “What is that on his/her face?”
It’s a wart. And why haven’t you noticed it before? It could be the insomnia you’ve been experiencing from either doing the deed or thinking about doing the deed or it could be the rose colored glasses you’ve finally taken off.
So you deal with the wart. It’s not that big.
You go along back on your merry way. You’re having a good time. Things are going well.
You look at that wart again. What’s that? Hair? There’s a hair in the wart!
Now you have to stop and evaluate. Can you live with this wart? Is this something you feel like you can look at every day for the rest of your life?
Maybe the wart is not picking up the laundry, not picking up the tab anymore, or picking his nose. Who knows? Everyone has different warts and everyone has different warts they find in their partners. Maybe it’s just finding someone whose warts we can live with and who can live with ours. 🙂
Right know, what I know is that it’s time for me to get some sleep. After this blog, I think I’m definitely sleep deprived. 🙂
Here’s to my friend, her great comments, and warts. 🙂
Peace, love, and crawfish!