As a newlywed (Yes, I still consider Tanner and I newlyweds and will continue to until we stop getting carded when we attend R rated movies), I am often asked what has been the most surprising thing I’ve learned about Tanner since our wedding.
On one hand, I feel like Tanner and I really knew each other quite well when we (finally) said our vows nearly 6 years after first discussing marriage……on our second date. Yes, we were THOSE kids in high school.
After being asked this question dozens of times, and really starting to feel a bit off because I had a hard time putting my finger on it, I figured it out……..He’s an excellent stylist.
Whether it’s my hair, my outfit, my shoes, my jewelry, paint colors, furniture…..he can create a masterpiece. Perhaps I didn’t realize this while we were dating because neither of us had more than 2 bucks in our pocket at any given moment. There was no money for a splurge on clothes, decorating or accessorizing. We made do with what we had.
I first realized this hidden talent in an aisle at Target, less than a month into our marriage. We were picking out picture frames for what would eventually become our shrine of wedding pictures. The hubs was picking out frames, all black, all square (98% of everything in our house is square…..it’s an engineer thing). He was completely ignoring me, which at first annoyed me, I mean, come on, I’m your new wife! Spoil me! Give ME all your attention! Right???
Eventually, after realizing there was nothing I could do to regain my place at the center of his attention, I grabbed a stool and popped a squat and watched. He was silent. He kept putting frames on the ground. He would add to them and take some away and put them back on the shelf. He had all these frames spread out on the floor exactly how he wanted to arrange them on the wall when we got home. He gathered wall sconces to go with the frames – informed me we would need to buy some tea lights. After about 30 minutes, he loaded everything into the cart and excitedly said, “let’s go!” He. Was. Stoked.
I was in awe.
We went home and he proceeded to put the pictures in the frames and hang them on the wall. It turned out perfect! This has now spread to my wardrobe. He keeps telling me I NEED to color code my ¾ of the closet. He won’t let me leave the house if I’m wearing black shoes and a brown belt. He always picks out my sunglasses. I can try on a dozen pairs, he walks up with some I would NEVER pick up and says, “try these” and BAM! Found my shades!……you get the picture.
I asked Tanner what he found most surprising about me. His response was my dream…….habits – if you will. Apparently, I wake up in the middle of the night, absolutely certain that a talking lady bug (or something equally ridiculous) is GOING to attack me, and GOING to kill me. I wake him up, climb on top of him, in an effort to escape the saber toothed lady bug, and explain how scary lady bugs really are. And he, being his way too understanding self, calms me down and gets me back to sleep.
I never realize how insane my dreams (and my reactions to them) are until the next morning, midway through my shower when it hits me……… I finally figure out what happened the previous night. I will ask Tanner about it and he’ll just laugh at everything that happened and respond with his typical, “you’re adorable” comment.
His patience is astounding. Clearly.
I think it’s safe to say, poor Tanner got the short end of the stick with his surprise. I found my own personal stylist. :)
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