You know what happens when you ASSume things...

Cody and I have a problem. See, we start talking about something and at some point disagree.. and then we start to discuss what we disagree on. Then after a few (or more) minutes of hashing out the details, we realize that we completely misunderstood each other, and don't disagree at all. We'll say something like "Oh! I thought you meant (insert assumption here)!" And he'll say "No... I meant (insert what he really meant, which is how I feel about the subject here)." And then we'll laugh and move on.

This happened when we first started to discuss living together after we get married and what we'll be bringing with us. He lives in his own house that he's furnished himself, so he has a lot of stuff... and I only have my bedroom furniture. I want to re-decorate our house, and he didn't want to get rid of all of his perfectly good stuff. This is where the above happened.. He wants to keep his furniture, I thought he wanted to keep everything. I want to get new decorations, he thought I wanted to get new furniture/everything. We went along that way for about 2 months before we realized it was another misunderstanding, and this one turned out in both of our favors.

FFW to tonight. I had finally found the bedding I wanted, but immediately I knew Cody wouldn't like it. See, as much as he loves me... I just didn't think he'd go along with it at all. He has an opinion about certain things and I really thought he'd put his foot down on flowery bedding... And once I make up my mind on wanting something, I really want it. Clearly. But this is how the conversation ensued:

Me: "Hey hunny.. remember when you said I get to pick out everything for our house?
Cody: "Thats funny, I was just thinking about that today actually. Yes, why?"
Me: "Well, I found the bedding I really want. And I really like it, and I really want it. But I really don't think you're going to like it because it's girly..."
Cody: "Baby, as long as it's not ridiculously expensive... I'm going to get you whatever you want."

Could he be any greater? No, I think not.


(Disclaimer: I do not think he is great just because he wants to get me what I want and lets me pick out everything for our house. He is also wonderful because he puts up with my crying, reasons with me when I'm stressed or upset about something, gives me back rubs at night and foot rubs when I get off work, drives me to several stores just to find the one thing I'm looking for, and watches basketball, football, and girl movies with me.)