Matt loves me, and he proved it on Sunday. Our Sunday school teacher brought the most beautiful, mouth-watering, ginormous (which, by the way, is that word in the dictionary yet? because if not, it should be), plate of fruit. HEAVEN on a plate!! It was an object lesson, but all I could think about was how much I wanted it. How badly I needed to have it. She poses the question, "If you had a choice, would you take a piece of fruit now, or plant the seeds, water the trees, and wait for the fruit to grow?"
Well, obviously we know what the answer should be, but I am all about instant gratification. Matt raises his hand and says, "Oh, I would definitely wait..." Another man pipes in, "I'll have mine now!" So, she walks back to the man and gives him his pick, then turns and starts walking toward us. I got so excited-she was bringing that whole platter of deliciousness to Matt (read: MEEEE)! I gave him a high five and grinned knowing we had just received the ultimate prize. A few minute later I say to Matt, "Brown-noser!"
He turns to me and says, "BENEFICIARY!"
After church I heard all about how he wouldn't share it with anyone because he was saving it for me. Someone even asked him what his plans for it were and he replied, "Well, more importantly, what are my wife's plans?" Good boy Matt, good boy. I did share, a little.
The other day:
Me: Why do I feel like an old lady? My knees are squeaking!
Matt: Um...maybe because you RUN......for FUN!
Me: Hey, are you saying I am crazy or something?
Matt: Um, yeah babe, but you're FREAKIN' AWESOME.