Mighty Good Man

Sometime in February, I found an article in a magazine and ripped it out and stuck it to the bulletin board next to our computer. The article was about fail proof plants and I kept it thinking, someday I gonna do it.

Someday, I'm gonna have a yard like the folks across the street. Someday I'm gonna make our backyard into an oasis. Someday I'm have pretty green plants.

But the only problem is that I am so bad at taking care of plants, I don't just kill them, they commit suicide. I swear I once saw one leap to its death of the porch. Some say it was the wind. I know better.

A few days before Valentine's day, Shawn got me this tiny "Forever Fern". It's a fake fern in a little pot about 1 1/2 inches tall. "I saw the article you saved," he said. "This won't die."

Awwwww. It sits upon the top of the monitor now. "We have a real office now!" Shawn joked.

The morning of Valentine's Day, Shawn called me at work asking if he had dropped some keys in my car the night before. He said he was missing some keys to an apartment (he's a maintenance man) that he neaded badly.

Well, stupid me, I didn't even know it was Valentine's Day. It's not a holiday I take much stock in. I ran to my car and opened it up. There, on the seat was a dozen roses, fresh and neatly wrapped.


Awwwwww. "Were you still looking for keys?" Shawn asked, knowing me all too well.

"Yeah, well I thought about it for a minuet!"



When Mr. T died, I decided I was going to the visitation the night before the funeral. My boss probably would've let me go to the funeral, but I think it was just easier to use work as an excuse not to go. I kinda just didn't want to go.

The funeral home was a 45 minuet drive so when I got off work on that Thursday I insantly made a mad dash about the house to get ready. I would not have asked Shawn to go with me. I know how these things can be. Especially when you don't know anyone. It's bring and awkward, and not really the best way to meet people. So I would not have put him the position to go with me.

I saw Shawn's truck pull up from the living room window. Oh great, I thought. He's quit and walked out. He just quit his job! Wait, maybe he needed a certain tool he'd forgotten. Ok, just be cool.

"What are you doing home som early?" I asked casually.

"Well you didn't think I was gonna let to this thing by yourself, did you?" he said.

AWWWWWW.

I couldn't ask for a better man.