James is a logical mind and Madison’s Momma is a creative soul. When God put that miracle baby in my belly, he made her special in more ways than one. She is one of the very few people in this life that I have met that is both logical and creative.
James and I are the same in personality. We like to be around people, but we are not extremely outgoing. We like to go and do, with a premeditated plan. We like time to do the things we do, laid back and low key. And in our own way, we are each perfectionists.
Aside from personality, we are complete opposites. James pays the bills, gets the oil changed, mows the lawn, solves Math problems, opens jars, keeps everything, runs really fast, understands the engine in a car, can follow directions, manages people well, and reads manuals.
I, on the other hand, cook, vacuum, decorate, write poetry, change diapers, plant flowers, simplify closets, enjoy Yoga, wrap presents, host parties, journal, straighten my hair, write for sheer pleasure, shop for family Christmas presents, and cry during sweet commercials.
Bless the logical man that is madly in love with the artsy woman. I love to decorate. I love our home, but I am constantly making small little changes and discovering little (medium, or big) projects that I want to be done. Example: This last weekend, I decided that our brown wood table should really be chalky white. The floors are a dark wood and the white would be a great popping contrast. James concludes that the table functions just as it should, despite the color. But, I know he loves me, because we loaded up the car and drove to an artsy little store that I adore. (Yes, he hates.) I picked out the color I wanted and James plops it down on the counter. Being who he is, as he is handing over his payment, he adds to the cashier, I believe owner, “I am about to ruin a perfectly good table.” I am sure that wasn’t the first time she heard that.
My amazing husband painted the table. And it looks incredible! Thank you babe!
So, what happens when us two folks have a baby? We spend more money than we should on two Leopard Geckos, one fat guinea pig, a wandering kitty cat, and a fat lazy rescued dog. We explain things to her using Science books. She loves to go to work with her Daddy. And she needs to understand things to accept them. Like her Daddy. But, when she is supposed to be asleep at 10:30 and her parents go to check on her, she has a flashlight and can’t put down “Little Princess.” And when she is supposed to be brushing her teeth, I find her laboring away, scratching her pencil against page four of her new story she was suddenly inspired to write. I can’t stop her because I know the feeling, being inspired with a story is not something you chose. So, I let her scribble away and then proudly read her new story to me. And the title, you got it, “Flying Nuggets.”
Conveying and sharing life, for the same reason that I read novels and biographies, we all love a story and we all know that other type: Logical or Creative. And as I want to know and love my family, so do you, and we are in this thing called LIFE together, however we approach it.