My Favorite Person
Posted: Tuesday, November 08, 2011
by Dianne Lehmann
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When I first received this assignment, I thought, "Oh no. Here we go again. I'll be the proverbial 'broken record' and go on about being unable to choose a favorite anything." And for a couple of days, that was the case. This morning I felt differently and realized how silly I'd been.
My husband, Bernd, lets me remain asleep past when he gets up to get ready for work. He tries very hard to make as little noise as possible so that I can do my best to get a good eight hours (hot flashes wake me up several times during the night and I'm usually awake for a good hour and a half as a result). But at some point, I wake up and lie there thinking for a bit, waiting for him to come into the bedroom and "wake me up."
I realized this morning while waiting for him to come into our bedroom that Bernd is my favorite person … unequivocally. Simply put, there is no one I like better. How about that? The why (the second half of the assignment) is a little harder to parse out. No. Make that a lot harder.
Like and love tend to get a bit mixed up in my mind. But the two are not always interchangeable. I think it is entirely possible to love someone and at the same time not like them very much. If the people so involved are married, divorce usually results. But I suppose you could call the dissolution of any relationship a divorce. I have a friend whom I still love and I want the best for him and for him to be happy and have a good life. I just fell out of like with him and chose to divorce myself from him.
I both love and like Bernd. But why? I think that to answer that would also be to answer why he is my favorite person. I'm tempted to say that it is because that is the way that it is and end this. And while true, it feels like a cheat. Many of the reasons that spring to my mind seem so superficial: he's smart, he's funny, he's nice to look at, and he makes me laugh. Then again: he puts up with my insanity, he helps me when I'm down, when he folds me in his arms everything seems right with the world, he rides out my anger and then just smiles when I apologize, he is always, always, always there for me, he just wants me to be happy. But even that does not come close to explaining the depth of my feeling. Really, it just is the way that it is. To try to analyze it seems silly to me, and a bit disrespectful.
There is a song by Sarah McLachlan titled "Push" that I wish I had written so that I could have dedicated to Bernd:
"Every time I look at you the world just melts away. All my troubles all my fears dissolve in your affections. You've seen me at my weakest but you take me as I am. And when I fall you offer me a softer place to land.
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together. You're the one true thing I know I can believe in. You're all the things that I desire you save me you complete me. You're the one true thing I know I can believe.
I get mad so easy but you give me room to breathe. No matter what I say or do 'cause you're too good to fight about it. Even when I have to push just to see how far you'll go, you won't stoop down to battle but you never turn to go.
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together. You're the one true thing I know I can believe in. You're all the things that I desire you save me you complete me. You're the one true thing I know I can believe."
When I first told Bernd how I felt about this song, he told me that he felt the same way about it. And that really just says it all.
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Top-level comments on this article: (2 total)You and Bernd are quite a team and truly blessed at that. I love reading about your relationship. I feel like I know you. I like your reasons for wanting to get up before he leaves for work. I laughed out loud, because these days, if my husband and I took time to kiss all the places it hurts, we'd be late for work for sure. Very nice article Dianne!Hi Brianna.
Believe me when I say that I know just how blessed I am.
Our kiss-the-owie ritual does just seem to keep getting longer and longer. :) But we always make time for it.
Thanks for stopping by!
Hugs,
Dianne
Marriages that last a long time are most usually people who simply stay together, just for spite.
Your marriage is enviable in that you still after much time adore your husband, rather than understand him, mercilessly.
My wife is jealous of me, because I simply married much better, than she did!
Affection,
PaulHi Paul.
Really? For spite? Well, actually, I've known some relationships like that.
I laughed out loud when I read "understand him mercilessly." Then I thought about it and decided you are quite right. And I'm not even going to try to analyze that last statement of yours. But it made me laugh too.
Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
Hugs,
Dianne
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