Okay — so I don’t usually wear socks. Let’s put this fact aside, shall we?
I first laid eyes on Eric just over 19 years ago. (When you consider that we’re in our early to mid thirties, that’s none too shabby.) We were at a dance on the weekend before the start of my freshman year of high school, which was his junior year of high school. We didn’t speak to each other that night, and I suspect he didn’t really notice me. I probably wouldn’t have noticed him, except we playfully kept referring to him as “the lonely guy.” Since the dance was primarily attended by underclassman, he was bored and lonely. (His parents made him go with his sister who was about to be a freshman.)
On an interesting side note, The Lonely Guy ended up not being so lonely, as he walked over to the group of us all together and asked my best friend to dance. They danced the last two songs together, and then dated for two months.
So, this is a long and round about way of saying – I never would have guessed 19 years ago that The Lonely Guy would be the man that God called me to be with. The guy that makes me cheer inside when he hits that garage door opener in the evening when he comes home. The one person in the world who gets me on a level that nobody else does. And, truly the guy who rocked my socks off today when he worked tirelessly for hours on end when my external hard drive crashed.
Well, to be honest, I’m a fickle kind of girl, I guess. I loved him for working on it. He worked on it for hours. I admired the way he just kept using his computer knowledge to work his way through the problem. But, I couldn’t help but be sad inside the whole time at the photos that would be gone. I wanted to cry over my entire iTunes library that was inaccessible to us. So, while I appreciated him, it wasn’t until the moment that he said, “I got into it” that I thought, “This guy rocks my socks off.”
Even after getting in, he worked for hours more with the transfer process (which was slow going with the software he found that finally let him get in). He showed me how to keep working on the process so that he could go to the store for me to buy a new external hard drive (and he picked up dinner for all of us).
And, God love him (I know He does) — Eric made sure to recover my pictures and my music post haste. (Well, as post haste as possible, with the slow program.)
I won’t lie and say that Eric doesn’t drive me crazy from time to time. However, that man — he is my go-t0 guy. He is the guy that says, “I’m working as hard as I can” in a calm voice when I have a momentary freak out at my desk (and pound on it) when thinking of things trapped on said external hard drive. He’s the glass half-full guy to my glass half-empty gal.
Eric has been such a blessing in my life. And, while I can’t tear apart a computer or walk on the roof to fix a shingle or install a ceiling fan or think through things as patiently as he can, I hope that he thinks I rock his socks off too.
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