Lately I've been writing about the more "serious" reasons that I love Tyler because, you know, as endearing as I find his unzipped fly, he has many, many other good and more important qualities that deserve posts. Worry not, dear reader, I will still post about those adorable quirks in the coming months, but for now, I shall focus on the things that truly matter.
Tyler listens to the unimportant stuff.
Hello. My name is Jordyn and I am a sugar addict. Since I was a wee bairn I have gobbled up cookies and candy and cake and pie and ice cream and all the delicious things we are not supposed to eat without much thought to my health. Oh sure, when I started to feel like a heifer, I would cut back but it wouldn't be long before my surrender to Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
Around Halloween this year, I was feeling like that heifer again. (Tyler didn't see it. Rest assured that will be a post all on its own.) So I decided to not eat sugar until Thanksgiving. All right. Groovy. I can do this. Yes. Yes, I can. But not without talking Tyler's ear off. Oh, my wonderful, wonderful man. Do you know what he's had to endure? Endless, endless chatter about my cravings. Statistics. Calorie content. Let's watch documentaries about obesity! I want Twizzlers. I want Snickers. Gimme, gimme, gimme!
If I could just shut up, that would be one thing. But I can't shut up. I hear myself being annoying, and I still can't stop it. Here's the point: Tyler probably could give a rat's ass that I want to eat an entire tub of Cool Whip, but if I were to say it, he would laugh. I doubt he wants to hear about it any of it, but since it's important to me, it's important to him. He is interested in what I have to say even when he is isn't. And never once has he said something in the vein of "Hey, can we maybe not talk about how much you want to devour a box of doughnuts tonight?" Tyler just listens, nods, and smiles.
Have I mentioned how lucky I am?
(Don't worry, there will be a "Tyler listens to the important stuff" post!)
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