What is it about optimism that seems to come so naturally to my husband? He is a doll, so adorable and loving… And he seems to have this natural ability to think the best outcome in any situation.
None to surprisingly I would imagine, I am usually the glass is half empty. You see, if it is half empty, then when great things happen they are even greater.
I love this whole ying and yang thing we have going on. Although sometimes, I want him to one day wear my shoes (Not literally thank you very much, although,maybe it would be hot? )
I honestly would love to hear him go “Well this sucks… this happened and then this and it was awful and I hated it and it was a complete disaster and I want to curl into a ball and cry”
Alas I am sure that would just take away a part of his masculinity and that need and god given right to be the protector, the warrior, the provider… Me Tarzan, You Jane!
In all seriousness, I love his outlook on things. I actually wish I was more like him in this respect (But shhhh, don’t tell him! … Oh crap, he reads this… Ummmm ‘Hi Honey!’ ). I think it would make dealing with the day to day a little easier.
Being around him, I think I am getting a lot better. I am learning to start taking the positives in a situation and doing the whole “Counting to 10″ …
No, he didn’t teach me how to count to 10! I did that all by myself with my fingers and toes!
I don’t think this is a quality in me that will ever entirely go away, the whole glass is half empty thing… I do, however, believe that you need to at least TRY to make it a part of your life to be more positive.
Kelly seems to make me feel calmer, he makes me take a breath… And whilst he may not necessarily be happy and peachy all the time (And considering what he has been through, why should he have to?), he spends the majority believing that the best possible outcome will happen. I love this about him.
Even last night when I was tired and grumpy after being held up at a concert waiting for a shuttle bus back to my car for over and hour, he still remained his positive self. And even though I promised him I would spend time with him as soon as I got home, and yet did not get home until after midnight… He still waited up for me, gave me huge cuddles and said “It’s ok babe, we have the rest of our lives remember” …
I wish more people were like him, but then, I feel even luckier than he is mine! (Or maybe that I am his)