Steward

 Last night, as we were going to bed, Randy commented on the softness of our freshly washed sheets.  I was telling him how much I love the feel when he commented, "Well, you haven't been a good steward of the sheets recently.  Did you notice how tangled the top sheet was, notice whose side it was on?"  I was struck instantly by his choice of words, Steward of the Sheets.  My heart once again swelled in love for him.  Isn't he so endearing?!  Steward of the Sheets, how adorable is that?  The exchange, that had me giggling last night and again as I'm writing this, reminded me of a conversation I had last week with our painter, Mario.

Mario commented that he'd been with his "wife?" for 21 years (he never said wife, instead saying that "they'd realized that they'd been together for 21 years because their oldest was turning 20 in a few days").  When I said that we'd celebrated our 20-year anniversary in June and that I couldn't wait for the next 20 years, he said, "Yeah, you just get familiar, don't you?"  That stopped me in my tracks and has stuck with me since.  I do not stay with Randy because he's been by my side for 20 years, because I'm used to him.  I look forward to the next 20, 30, 50 years because I find new ways to fall in love with him every single day.  He does or says something every day that reminds me and confirms to me that the choice I made on April 14, 2000, is still the best decision I have ever made in my entire life.  It's not because he's familiar, it's because he's the best of the best.  I'm the luckiest girl in the world.