OOPSIE DOOPSIE

There are a ton of articles out there that tell us what makes up the perfect man. A LOT. I’m sure if I went the opposite direction and looked up the ideal woman, I would be greeted with 10x more “research” and be equally disappointed. But to be quite honest, I think I did receive the perfect man … for me. He was made for me, which I think is pretty cool. And I for him. Although some days I’m sure we are wondering what HE was thinking when He paired us. Regardless, after reading so much ridiculousness, I wanted to share a few reasons why this whole “marriage” thing should work against us, according to our lovely society – and why in the end, these are actually our dealmakers.

So, here they are – the five reasons I shouldn’t have married the bubbs…

1. He isn’t a mind-reader.

Thank the heavens for that. Could you actually imagine a person that tried to answer every question or plan every move with what they thought YOU wanted only? Or even worse, they could actually read your mind. Ick. No thanks. Too boring for me. Instead, he makes decisions based on his own intellect and what he believes to be true, loving and right. We may not always agree, but I know his choices, whether they fall in line with my thinking or not, are thoughtful. And I can tell he isn’t trying to read my mind. Instead, he’s offering his opinion, his side of the story or truth with fervor. And there may be times when I grit my teeth, give him a quizzical look or just smile and nod, but in the end, I’m very thankful for this attentive man of mine. He wears his pants. I wear mine.

2. He doesn’t have a bottomless bank account.

No millions. Why? Because he is more concerned with making sure his girls are taken care of, whether it is weekly groceries, gas in our vehicles, co-pays at a doctor’s appointments or Friday night trip for frozen yogurt. What’s left is put away for a rainy day. And instead of chasing the next big promotion, he races home to sing silly songs and eat dinner as a family. Sure, work is fulfilling in oh-so many ways {I couldn’t live without it – yes, I’m okay with saying that too!}, but work is only part of our day. The memories, not the millions, created by his presence are immeasurable and extremely priceless.

3. He doesn’t have a Ph.D.

Instead, he focused his attention on what he loved to do, was very efficient, economical and wise. He centered his energies on what would be most beneficial for his life path and discovered happiness in a career that provides opportunity for growth and continued education. And also with that comes instruction. He guides teammates and family to reach beyond their self-made boundaries and be better. The level of support and his natural ability to willingly share his intellect with others is something that could never be taught.

4. He doesn’t look like [insert that really overly-photoshopped male model/actor name here].

My bubbs. He’s my favorite red-head. Well, outside of Madeline. Through the years, we have changed for the better. And his appearance is the most adorable thing about him. I started to see the tiniest of lines around his eyes, but that would happen to anyone that received tickles and daily laugh attacks from his little lady. He may have loosened his belt a few loops – because no matter what I make, he will always, always take seconds, whether it is good or not. Yes, bubbs, still talking about that meal I prepared probably 7 years ago. I don’t know how or why you took SECONDS. It was definitely NOT prepared correctly. It was disgusting. But you smiled. And you powered through it. x

5. He’s not perfect.

Newsflash. I’m not either. But we’re perfect for each other. We complement each other in a way only we could – and that is just … right.

Sorry, societal-research-on-what-makes-up-the-perfect-man … I think I found perfect over here.

Match point.

{linking up with ember grey}