My husband and I recently took a trip to Austin, TX to celebrate our Wedding Anniversary. We enjoy taking trips together. Whether or not we are traveling near or far, the destination doesn’t really matter, the moment we get there, the fun times begin. There is a slight problem with getting there however. It has been said that nothing puts a relationship to the test quite like traveling. For me it's flying.
You see, my hubby has to fly relatively often on business, and he’s got the whole flying thing down. As soon as he takes a seat on the plane he takes out his I-Pod, puts in his ear buds, takes out his book de-jour and shuts out the world. I on the other hand rarely fly, and when I do I am High Maintenance. I start to stress out before we even board…you see I just know that in the entire population of people in our gate waiting to board, it’s that couple with the two wiggly toddlers that are going to choose to sit behind me, and when they do (trust me, I have some kind of bulls eye on me) one toddler will start to cry and the other one will proceed to kick me in the back.
This is where I do a quick self-check; I always pray before I fly…did I ask God for patience? No sir! I know NEVER to ask God for that! That’s just asking for trouble. Did I forget to mention that I have “restless leg syndrome”? So naturally the pilot has just announced that we will be delayed and must stay seat belted until further notice! And the seat I picked doesn’t recline, not even a little…I am really starting to flip …I look over at my dear husband and he on the other hand, seems to be really enjoying whatever music is playing on his I-Pod, he has patience, what the heck?
Kick, kick, kick! My back is taking a beating. I turn around and in my nicest “Christian” way possible give the poor traveling parents “death glares” while my hubby cracks open his bag of cheez-its seemingly oblivious to my plight. Dang that I-Pod!
Did you notice that I used the word “seemingly”? In our relationship, not much goes un-noticed by my husband. He knows all too well how keyed up I get when flying. He knows that I have a difficult time being crammed into a flying bus with a lot of people, and no way of escape! Also, I really don’t like being kicked in the back by anyone, no matter how short they are, or how cute their little voices are, or how infectious their excitement is when the plane takes off…ANY-WAAY, my husband could and would have every right to be annoyed or frustrated with my little contortions, but he chooses to let me just be myself. He knows that when all quiets down on the flight, and it always does…I will have found my “happy place” once again.
Right next to him! Happy 20th Anniversary H.D.
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