A friend wanted to borrow “The Princess Bride” movie from me so last night I opened the DVD, ahem, excuse me…Blu-Ray cabinet to begin looking for it. (Paul bought this movie a few months ago and we watched it but I wasn’t even sure if it was a Blu-Ray or a clearly inferior DVD that had been relegated to his closet with the other inferior movies.) It had been a long day and honestly I wasn’t looking that hard for it so I asked “Honey, where is ‘The Princess Bride’ movie?” His response warmed my heart to its very core, “It’s in there baby, they’re all in alphabetical order.” I slowly turned around and smiled at him over my shoulder, “How have I been married to you for almost 7 months and never known that you alphabetize our movies?!?!” He just grinned for a moment unsure if I was making fun or genuinely impressed with this trait. My heart smiled because this is 100% something that I would have done on my own, but would never ask anyone else to follow. And for almost 7 months, my husband has never mentioned this to me but undoubtedly gone behind me and fixed the movies when I have haphazardly put them back in the cabinet in whatever order they land. I’m not the only one who has compulsive ways of doing things!! How on earth did I find this man?!?! Really? Thank you Jesus!!
Then this morning as we were getting ready for work, Paul was ironing his shirt (so very attractive to have your man iron his own clothes) and we were discussing some of the Pampered Chef glass containers in which I had packed the various portions of his lunch. In true Paul fashion, he cracked a joke about the name Pampered Chef without missing a beat. As he went to put away the ironing board, I compulsively noticed that the legs were not “locked” into place appropriately so I said “Honey, honey wait! If you do it like this then the legs will be locked and stay in place.” He very graciously took my reprimand and simply replied “Ok, Monica.” At first I smiled but I could not stop from pointing a finger back, recalling the cheesy, yet comedic Chandler-esque display only moments prior. He sweetly kissed my forehead and we both laughed.
Perhaps a boring morning and interaction by Hollywood’s standards but what an absolutely PERFECT example of how the Lord perfectly matches us to one another. More than that…He matches us with our perfect mate and if we are willing to listen, gives us an appreciation for all the little quirks that make them who they are. And trust me, no one but Jesus could have made someone who could so patiently and gracefully deal with me day in and day out. But then again, no one but Jesus could have created a man who is more attractive to me simply because he alphabetizes our movies! No one, but our sweet, wonderful Savior! Thank you Lord for loving us enough to deal with all our craziness and creating another human who gets it, embraces it and loves us more because of it!
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