How well he knows me

Its become a running joke in our marriage that Adam knows me better than I know me. He can peg to the detail exactly how I'm feeling at any given time (sometimes articulating what I didn't even realize I felt). It can be unnerving how dead on he can be, but more than that it's reassuring that there's someone in this world that not only knows me that well but that actually cares to. I'm so grateful that he takes the time to decode me and memorize my subtleties and expressions so he knows exactly what to do to make me happy. Most times it's easy to be self centered and focused only in our own little world, but Adam's so much better than that. He will constantly put his own needs second so that he can serve me (make sure I get to bed on time and get sleep even when he's getting less than I am, doing the dishes when I'm burned out even though he's been working all day too). It's humbling to live with someone so close to perfection, but it's wonderful because it constantly makes me want to be better for him. I sure love this man I am lucky enough to be married to.

The other night a situation illustrated this perfectly. We were sitting and talking and I was getting all excited telling him about a painting I wanted to do. I had been looking online at other painters I loved and was going on and on about their technique and texture and how much I wanted to mimic it. He just quietly smiled at me. I was so excited about trying out a new style that I said maybe I'd finally finish that painting I started when we first got married (that has been hanging, undone, on walls in two different homes we've moved to since then). When I finally came down from my swell of emotion I noticed he had a twinkle in his eye. I asked him what he was thinking.

He said, "Oh, Love. Sometimes I wonder if your enthusiasm for painting overrides your energy to actually paint."

I burst out laughing. With a mournful face I agreed, "It's true!!! I get so happy and excited about ideas I have and I get all worked up and then I'm exhausted and too tired to lift up the brush and go do it. I just LOVE painting so much that it sucks everything out of me!"

That Adam. Nailed it right on the head. I didn't even realize I was doing that, but he's absolutely right. One of the truest observations he's made about me.

It made us laugh for quite some time. I was telling him, maybe that's what Ammon and his brethren felt in the scriptures when their joy kept exhausting their strength and they would all fall down as if they were dead. Luckily I'm not getting to THAT level yet (can you imagine? sorry girls, mom's so happy she passed out again...)

Anyway, so I vowed to only use up SOME of my energy getting excited about the idea and saving the rest of it so I can actually work on it. Ha ha. I love living with Adam and how hard he makes me laugh at life.

(maybe this talent he has to read my mind is the reason I can never surprise him...??)