Sometimes when I analyze the way my brain works—I think of a frog.
Have you ever really watched a frog before? If you haven’t, come sit on my back porch and drink sweet tea and watch the show. Frogs are everywhere in the summertime—hopping here and hopping there.
Never staying in one place for too long.
I can identify.
There are just so many things I want to do.
There’s so much life to live.
I focus on this for a second and then something else catches my eye and I’m off and hopping again.
To explain it all a little better, here’s a little love story about my frog self and the prince who loves me.
I spent last weekend looking for our wedding pictures.
I looked everywhere.
In the closets and under beds and in the window seat and upstairs and somewhere in the midst of searching through the 45th box full of absolute nonsense in our attic—my husband wandered in.
I stood up with my hands full of pine cones and a piece of train track and looked expectantly at him.
He quietly surveyed the complete and utter destruction that was currently our attic and asked calmly, “Are you looking for something?”
“Have you seen the wedding pictures?” I asked him. “And did you know that we forgot to put out the wire tree at Christmas and when we were in high school did you keep your graduation gown?”
He paused—and before he could answer—-I quickly interrupted with, “Oh….and do you think we should replace the shutters on the front of the house?”
He stared at me for a moment
And then he grinned my favorite grin.
The one that starts in the middle and ends with a dimple.
I would walk a mile uphill backwards in the snow for that grin.
He laughed and said, “Do you know you’re just like a Venn diagram?”
A Venn diagram?
I didn’t say anything for just a moment—mostly because I wasn’t even sure what a Venn diagram was—and if being compared to a Venn diagram was something you should be happy about.
“You know,” he said laughing, “a Venn diagram.”
“You are circle after circle of activity. Each circle inside of another, all connecting to each other. All your circles are different. They’re all full of different information.
But somehow—-you make it all make sense.”
And right there, in the middle of a dusty attic, holding an armful of pine cones and a piece of train track surrounded by 45 boxes of nonsense I realized that….
….being compared to a Venn diagram was the most romantic thing I had ever heard.
I dropped the pine cones.
And ran to him.
Well….actually….I trampled over some boxes and a lion costume and a fainting couch to leap into his arms.
“I love you.” I said. “You are amazing. I think you’re a Venn diagram, too.”
He hugged me and laughed out loud.
“No I’m not,” he said.
“I’m a spreadsheet. ” 🙂
PS I found the photos.
If you want to read about the first date I ever had with my spreadsheet….click here.
PPS If you want to read about dear Abby and our wedding day….click here.