Michele, My wife, I call her baby, said some heart punching words to me this morning. I’m still taking them in working out how meaningful they are. Michelle randomly says to me —
I realized something last weekend. When you’re young you deeply crave praise and acceptance from your parents; you want your parents to be proud of you. My parents were out this weekend and I showed my dat the patio and he told me good job. It’s no longer his praise I want and crave. It’s your praise I crave.
Wow – I know how to say wow to that, but not much else.
After the wow words we said some more words, did some work, then I took off to work. On the drive Michelle’s words started to sink in even more. Might have bragged about them to Jer Jer a bit on the drive to work. Before work I cranked out four miles in about 44 minutes, which is fast for me; grerat run. Most of the run was spent in my head thinking about Michelle, and our relationship, and her words. –
My conclusion after running on it – I agree, I’d rather hear Michelle tell me good job, I’m proud of you then my parents. Her praise and affection means more to me then anyone elses.
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Next summer we’re going to hit a decade of dating / being partners / being together. My thoughts are, it should be simple to make that milestone, and to keep on keeping on to many more milestones. Next month I guess we headed to Vegas without kids for a few nights. Should be fun.
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