Lesson #38: This generation's husbands love video games

Video games can, at times, be the bane of my existence.  They're always snatching my husband away from me, sometimes holding his attention for hours at a time.  Lyndon can be a pretty stoic guy, keeping his emotions trapped inside.  When a new video game is about to come out, he can't help but express his enthusiasm.  He has a countdown, he pre-orders the game, he goes to midnight releases, he buys enough Red Bull to keep him up all night and still function when he has to go to work, etc.  He loves it; whatever.

Battlefield 3: the current bane of my existence.  It came out earlier this week, and he's been trapped in its web ever since.  His cup of Red Bull and his box of Wheat Thins at his side, he only stops for work, sleep, and bathroom breaks (when he remembers. . . apparently they have this weird thing that when they start playing, they forget about things like hunger and their bladders).  He requests food that he can eat between games that will also keep his hands clean.  He's leaving a permanent dent in our couch where he sits while playing.  I could go on, but let me sum up by saying this: he's a fan.

Even though this hyped up, highly anticipated game was recently released, I am still his wife and I am still needy.  I'm very understanding about 75% of the time.  This is how he spends time with his friends, and I'll take that over him being obsessed with sports or going out drinking.  I know where he is and who he's spending time with.  I can still talk to him while he's playing or between games when he's refueling.  I really do understand, but I was still worried I wouldn't have my husband at all this week.

On Wednesday he absolutely blew me away.  He canceled his plans for the evening, took me to the delicious Wheatfield's for dinner, and took me to a movie.  He even bought me Sour Patch Kids-God's movie candy gift to all mankind.  We had a great time, and I wasn't expecting even the slightest bit of attention from him.  Total husband points.

I've accepted the fact that Lyndon loves video games.  There's an excellent chance he won't grow out of it, too.  Even though I'm not looking forward to having video games around for the rest of my life, I am grateful that Lyndon still takes the time to be with his wife.  Besides, after the new video game obsession wears off we'll be back to our normal routine.  I can handle that.

Lesson #37: A husband is a blessing

Mr. Griner is gone for two weeks, is back for a week, and then is gone for three weeks.
Awesome (ladle on some heavy sarcasm).


There are times when he drives me up a wall.  For example, leaving dishes in the sink.  I'll not say anything else for fear of punching my computer.  Anyway...
I'm always astounded that such a good man asked me to marry him.  I feel so incredibly lucky for having him in my life, and when he's gone, I truly understand how lucky I am.  I was gone over the weekend when he left for his two weeks, so we didn't really have a goodbye.  That may have broken my heart a little bit, considering how little we'll be seeing of each other this next month and a half.  


Even though he's gone, he's still taking care of me.  It's just different, with a loving note and a key I needed left on the entryway table, with clean dishes put away, with the trash taken out, and with calling me at night just because he wants to hear my voice and ask me about my day.  He reminds me that he can still care for me and love me even when he's not with me.  And that makes all the difference in the world.

Bliss.

I have the best husband.  Sorry all you other ladies missed out.