I tried to post this from iPod today. But it didn’t want to work. So here’s what I WAS going to say:
Here I am. In Crestline, CA. Up in the mountains on a leadership conference. I miss my sweetie. I barely get the chance even to say ‘hi’ to her and I feel like a part of me is missing. Can’t wait to get home and give her a big ol’ hug and a smooch!
I love you, Whit!
Context:
Cam: I think you’re the cat’s pajamas!
Whit: Cats can’t wear pajamas!
Cam: They can’t, but dogs can?
Whit: A dog you can trick into wearing things. But you can’t fool a cat.
They suck. But I think, based on all the movies I’ve seen and all the friends I’ve advised, that they should suck more.
But Whit and I have something that few have. That is – we sincerely care about the feelings of one another. When we have the tough talks, they’re never mean-spirited or hateful. We’ve never yelled or said anything mean like ‘I hate you’ or ‘you’re a moron.’ I’m sure that at least one of us has thought these kinds of things, but they are always swallowed for the sake one another. I know that when we have to get to some serious challenge, that we’ll come out better than we went in. And it’ll be rough and it’ll be difficult – but worth it.
We’re long-termers. We care more about us as a pair and the future of our relationship than we do about being right or winning the immediate argument.
Even when she wants to strangle me (thought I never want to strangle her), she doesn’t. And we get through it.
The tough talks are never fun. But they always make us better as a pair. Which each of us cares more about than ourselves.