20 years (itty bitty thoughts)
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People sometimes ask what it’s like to be married to a law enforcement officer.
“Isn’t it hard?”
I generally don’t entertain those conversations long
because in all honesty
we all put a ring on our finger and don’t really know what we’re getting into.
(He sure didn’t have a clue what he was up against when he married
an artsy fartsy writer type chick
because it is all sorts of weird and eclectic and WTF up in here…)
But you guys,
let’s talk about the things that really matter.
Let’s talk about what has been really hard to get used to over these last 20 years.
Are you ready?
The man prefers cold pizza
(when clearly melty cheese is the entire point of pizza).
He believes that warm pumpkin pie with whipped cream
is superior to cold pumpkin pie and ice cream.
And he likes wearing shoes.
Like, the man cannot walk barefoot anywhere
and if we are ever on a survival reality show
and have to walk together across a bed of hot coals
(or a gravel driveway)
to win the big prize
because of his baby feet.
I have ignored these things
because he is also the man who
makes a bed for the stray dog that shows up
(yes he did)
and he is also the man who reminds me to eat when I’m
deep in the grips of writing,
and he is also the man who explains
very mechanical, technical things that I don’t understand
He is the man who reminds me again
how to drive the tractor
and he is the man who taught me
how to correctly say the word “abominable”.
he is also the man that warms up my pizza
and puts ice cream on my cold pumpkin pie
and just shakes his head at
my bare feet.
it’s those little things
(and a million other)
that work together
— Amy Dingmann, 10/15/20