For every bad thing that happens there’s always some good, for every loss you endure there is always some gain and for every pain you feel there is always some happiness. I know this because I lived through it all this past weekend but enough of the doom and gloom. I want to share the good, the gained and the happiness.
Whilst clearing up after the mess burglars had left I came across a very old, very battered tin box full of letters, notes and pebbles. One particular note was a list the best friend and I had complied. It was a list of what our* teenage/preteen minds desired in a man. Here’s some of the more unusual ones:
- Must love pebbles – just liking them was not enough. He had to love them. Why? I don’t know. Maybe we would spend our time collecting and comparing pebbles because of course there is nothing more in need of love then pebbles.
- Must play an instrument – Maybe I thought he would lull me to sleep with his piano playing skills or wake me up by heralding a fanfare on a trumpet. Marital bliss according to this, is based on the ability to play an instrument…if only!
- Must like ketchup – I still stand firm on this one!
So we might have lost a lot but I found a happy memory and married a man who likes ketchup! Sadly he doesn’t play an instrument and when I shared this with him, he told me he has never thought about his feelings towards pebbles…I’m toying with the idea of maybe he wasn’t the one…maybe there is a guy out there with a strong love of pebbles, maybe he was the one.
* I say ours because I can’t remember who contributed what and I refuse to take all the blame for this one.
