Husbands Are People Too

While making a snack for my son and I to have during a Veggie Tales DVD, I, as per usual, was thinking. Sometimes I think too much. Or at least, I think I do. But I digress.

I was thinking back to before my husband and I got pregnant, before we started dating even, to when he was so graciously letting me live with him because I didn't really have anywhere else to go. I was thinking about the first time we went grocery shopping together. I don't know, maybe we were dating at that point, I can't remember. He would know I'm sure. He has a large, um...brain capacity. Anyway, I remember wondering if he was going to be embarrassed to be seen with me. You see, at the time we were both working at the same place, and as he is a teacher, I did not want to risk his reputation taking a dive because he was dating me, a lowly aide. He did not seem to mind, but then he is also reserved. He could have been jumping for joy to be seen in public with me, but that would have been on the inside. Outside he is a mask of calm and cool, but who knows whats going on inside his capacious brain. Early in our relationship that always stumped me. I like to know whats going on inside a person's head. I don't know, call me a Woman, but I do. I like to anticipate needs, wants, and whether someone is happy or whether I should duck and cover.

I believe that is one of the things that makes my husband a person too. He is his own being. He knows who he is, he is not afriad of having his own opinion, and if it differs from someone else's, he holds his tongue so that instead of reacting to a statement or situation, he has time to prepare a good response. Don't get me wrong, while I appreciate that about my husband, its also sometimes a little disconcerting. But I suppose that is one of the ways that he is helping me to become a better person. By making me WAIT. I HATE waiting. I am not a patient person. Granted, there are some things that I can wait for, but for the most part, its hard to wait when I am waiting for a response from my husband when it appears that one is needed, or when I finally decide on something I want. But be of good cheer, I am getting better.

So really what prompted this line of thinking was the fact that my husband did the grocery shopping this week. I was wondering if he missed doing it. During almost all of his bachelor years I'm sure he did all of his grocery shopping himself. So my question is, do men miss grocery shopping when they don't have to do it anymore?