As I was sitting on the sofa with my dear husband Tuesday afternoon, he glanced over at this discheveled pile of boxes in the corner of the living room and cringed ever so slightly.
He looked sweetly at me and said in his tenderest of voices, "Dearest Love-of-Mine, if we don't arrange these boxes into a neat and orderly stack tonight, I might freak out." With that I sweetly smiled back and said, "I wondered how long it would take."
You see, my very favorite husband in the whole wide world is a little bit obsessive compulsive. Just a little bit. He doesn't even know he's doing it most of the time, but he straightens things. Straightens all things. They must be at right angles. For instance: We met at Tony's Tamales the other day for lunch and on the counter there were lots of condiment baskets all in a wavy row near the register. By the time we paid all of the baskets were in a perfect line and equidistant from one another. He laughs when I tell him not to straighten other people's things because he just really can't help himself and truly doesn't know he's doing it.
Anyway, my mom and sister came over and saved the day. They helped us pack lots of boxes and organize all the empty boxes so that no one had any meltdowns.
And Beverly brought us some sweet flowers. They really brighten up the boxy background!
I'm an interior designer working in property development in Boston. Bryan, my sweet husband, is working on his PhD in architecture. We have been married for ten years now, and he's truly my best friend and the love of my life! This is my story of it all.