This isn't about Hawaii so if you are looking for a tale of how I learned to wakeboard (come to find out, the ocean scares me a little), give it a month or so and I'm sure I will write about it. This is about how I managed to find the most wonderful man on the planet who just so happens to think that my sometimes grumpy ways are the most adorable thing he has ever seen. I used to look at him smiling at me when I was being especially difficult and think, what did I do to deserve him? Here is an excertp of a recent happening to prove to you that he is the most patient man in the world...
Scene: We just picked up our rental car in Hawaii. Its our first day here and all we have is the gps doo dad on my phone and some crappy rental car map of the island. I'm already grumpy because I managed to pick the one car rental company that IS NOT located at the airport (even though it SAYS that it is) and I've just walked all over in 85 degree weather in a sweater and jeans only to discover I had to get on a bus and leave Kyle with our 15 bags. So we are in the car, a dangerous place to begin with and if you've ever taken a drive with me, you know what I am talking about. Little to no patience behind the wheel. Anyway, we are driving and it's rush hour. Six lanes of traffic, bumper to bumper. Traffic is no joke here.
Me: Where do we have to turn next?
K: The GPS said to turn onto Kapeowawa St
Me: Ok.
Drive, drive, drive. No Kapeowawa. We get frustrated and decide to turn around. As we do, I notice that the street we were just on was Kapeohaha. So I turn to my hubby and say,
Me: any freaking chance that Kapeowawa could be Kapeohaha?
K: Oh yeah. Well the GPS (a computer voice that can't pronounce Main St) sounded like Kapeowawa. Sorry.
Me: ..................................................................... (I tried to count to ten here)............... ^%%$####$%^@@##$%$%##$%^&*()(*&^%$#@#$%^&^%$#@!#$%^& *&^%$#@!#$%^&*(*&^%$#
It may seem like a harsh reaction had it been the first time it had happened... but it wasn't, it was the fifth. So after I finished my exploration of modern day curse words, there are quite a few in case you were wondering, and I'm now sweating from the sheer exertion I had put into my tirade, I look over at my wonderfully calm husband and he's smiling at me. "You're cute when you get all mad like that" he says. "Turn right onto blah blah blah....". Without missing a beat. Without getting bent out of shape. Without any hint of annoyance. He is always doing that. When I get upset, he just stays calm and collected. People always call their significant others their "better halves" and I just always thought it was a saying but that day I came to realize that to me, Kyle is my better half. He is all of the things that I wish I could be. Patient, kind, unquestioningly friendly and giving, laid back, and able to take things in stride without getting upset about it. I am sure that he would say the same thing about me and would have different traits he admired, but that is probably why we fit together so well. He can do what I can't and I can do what he can't. I'm not sure what I did to deserve him but if I did I would sell the secret to all of the single women in the world. Because everyone should be so lucky.
