soon after I ran full force into our front storm door.
left and right, right and left, front and back, back and front; repeat),
so it looked spotlessly-open even though it was shut.
If I hadn't done such a good job, it probably wouldn't have happened.
It was 'big item pick-up' night and Greg was helping me take it all to the curb.
I thought I had adjusted the pneumatic door closer to keep it open; I hadn't.
When I bounded up the front steps to re-enter, the glass stopped me and a
reciprocal <thud> noise followed. Greg was still facing the street when it
happened. By the time he turned around to see the thud-noise-cause,
I had corrected myself, opened the door, and walked in.
"You ran into the door, didn't you?"
"What? No! No, I didn't."
"Yes you did. You ran into the door!"
He didn't see it happen, and fortunately there was no proof
(cuts, bruises, broken glass, or even a door smudge) that I did.
One day, he responded to one of my antics with a smile and
(in a malice-free, non-critical, teasing kind of way), "Weirdo".
My response was a juvenile, "Am not... name one thing!"
His response was rapid-fire reference to my front door ramming.
'Name one thing' is part of our shorthand.
Siblings have shorthand. Spouses have shorthand.
It develops when you truly love someone, share secrets, bare your soul,
and stop pretending to not be the imperfect being you are.
The loved one accepts your imperfections and Ioves you anyway,
even finding your weirdness and shortcomings lovable.
I am grateful for this for so many reasons that I will keep to myself.
But I will share a thought, since it happens to be the week of love-celebrated...
Finding the right person is a blessing.
So is being the person that person thinks is the right person.
My right person knows my shortcomings; I have many. A few off the top of my head are:
Many of these I didn't even realize until recent years, which is alarmingly sad to me.
Instead of naming one thing for this particular game, I have named 12;
12 areas for betterment. I could focus on one a month for the year and
possibly make some headway; because even though my right person loves
me and accepts my shortcomings, he might appreciate a reduction in them.
Happy Valentine's Day!