In my drafts, I probably have ten would-be posts about Greg. I start them but then remember how much he hates me braggin' on him. I respect his wishes and stop writing them... maybe someday I'll compile them all together and do a doosy of love post. But here's a funny story too good not to share... and it ends with how much I love Greg's sense of humor. Warning - it has something to do with lactation.
Last night we were talking about stillbirth and baby loss and future babies before we went to sleep. I guess that's not normal "pillow talk" but Greg was processing and preparing for class today. Greg gave a presentation to his Crisis Counseling class this morning about stillbirth, teaching them how to respond and counsel others going through these tragedies.
Sidenote: I LOVE that he got to talk about Maelee to 50+ people today. We just don't get to talk about her enough because she's not with us. So a full-on opportunity to talk about her and then professionally present ways to help people counsel others? That's good stuff.
Anywho, as we were talking about these things late into the night, I started to lactate. I guess all that baby talk made my brain tell me to make milk. I told Greg this and after a pause, he gave me a solution: "just think about old people." I guess because the opposite of a baby is an old dude? He then proceeded to name everything about old people he could think of... "big nose, big ears, big nose hairs, big ear hairs, wrinkles, walkers, walkers with tennis balls, etc, etc." It went on and on. I was laughing very hard by this point. But then he added "diapers" to the list and then had to promptly say "wait, no, don't think about diapers." The joke came full circle.
It was one of many, many deep laughing moments we have had together. Maybe you just had to be there. But that would have been really awkward. You there in bed with Greg and I.
He's just so darn funny. We laugh so often in our home. I'm so grateful for him, for this sense of humor we share, that God has seen fit to give this to us.
And do you know what? Greg's graduating in three weeks! I'm so proud of him. Might just have to break out another mushy post about that.
Sidenote 2: Have you noticed that many people, bloggers especially, have special names for their husbands or kids? Like cool, abstract names for them? Maybe it started with The Pioneer Woman's husband she calls "Cowboy" but I swear I've seen dozens of nicknames lately. They are all the blog-writers rage. I started to feel like I should call Greg and Eli something other than their actual names (to "protect their identity" but really just sound cool). Usually they do their hubby's occupation but "The Web Content Specialist" doesn't sound as inspiring as "The Farmer." I could go with something more romantic like "Mr. Delight" but I'm certain he would not be up with that. We are just too darn practical for this bit of silly in our online life. Greg it is.
Just some ramblings from me today, folks.
-Heather
1 comment:
I vote for "Animal!"
I also constantly praise God for my husband's sense of humor which is far, far greater than mine and I daily delight in the laughs it brings, particular because I am far too serious about most things and in general lack any kind of creative in the moment hilariousness. Maybe this is a common trait in tall, skinny, drumming, guitar playing, Bible studying, men of God that I was not previously aware of.
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