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I'm a Dodecahedron

This summer, Jamey and I went to a Love and Respect Conference hosted by our church. While there, we listened to Dr. Emerson Eggerichs and his wife, Sarah, as they discussed the keys to having a long-lasting and successful marriage. During his talk, Dr. Eggerichs used an illustration that I think about often: before we are married, we are all cubes. We all have rough edges. Our spouses are there to balance us out, sand down those rough edges.

I believe I am a dodecahedron. ;-)

 Little did Jamey know when he married me that he was getting into this. LOTS of rough edges. And how does he sand them down? By being himself. I honestly think we couldn't be any more opposite than we are...and it's great. I almost said perfect, but we are not a perfect couple. I get wound up about the smallest things, and Jamey? Jamey lets most everything slide off his shoulders.

Case in point. Tonight, our shower rod broke as Jamey was stepping into the shower. The rod is suspended from the ceiling, and it just broke as he pulled the curtain back. Me? I would have probably fallen into the shower, shouted, gotten back out of the shower, threw the rod out the door, (yelling about how stupid things were and why doesn't everything work the way it's supposed to!) and taken a shower without the curtain. (Like I said....rough edges. Patience is the roughest one for me.)

But Jamey...I walked into the bathroom to see the curtain rod in his hands and him giggling. "What happened?" I asked, getting ready to freak out if it was seriously damaged. "This curtain rod isn't very well supported," he answered, "I need the stepstool and my toolkit." In 10 minutes it was fixed. Wonderful. Most things are pretty easy fixes if you really take a look at them...which in my case, I don't actually look very often.

This is the man who taught me how to thread my sewing machine after I got frustrated and threw the manual down, declaring "This is stupid, this is why I BUY my clothes!" But my man picked that book off the floor and said, "Now wait a minute, let's really read the directions."

And God gave him to me as my partner for this lifetime. And I am eternally grateful. He knew this dodecahedron would need some serious work.

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  1. MomJanuary 9, 2013 at 8:14 PM

    Okay...I really loved that one! You do have a wonderful husband and I couldn't have asked God for a better one for you :) I laughed out loud as I imagined his giggle!LOL! That always gets me!

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  2. MarcyDuquetteJanuary 9, 2013 at 8:44 PM

    I loved this one as well... I can relate!! My husband used to be an exploder, and he isn't anymore, thankfully... but since he never was when I met him when it leaked out I didn't know how to handle it, I've learned now to stay calm, let him get angry but keep his focus and within minutes he's calm & apologizing. It's all a learning curve!! Me on the other hand, well I'm very emotional, let's just leave it at that!!

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  3. Kaila MugfordJanuary 9, 2013 at 9:04 PM

    I am working on staying calm when these things happen because I know it's not fun for any of us! Exploding fixes nothing...you'd think I'd know that by now haha!

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