This past week was full of Camino thoughts. Seeming to constantly vacillate between not wanting to dwell on the trip at all to romantic daydreaming each spare moment about the sights, sounds, tastes, and glorious foot adventures that surely await us, my brain this week welcomed forum discussions, photo journals, and the zealous chats from my dear hubby.
Bless his heart we say in the South; he can't help himself. This man puts his all into whatever he feels led to accomplish, whether it is his professional or personal goals, and by all means, shopping for the perfect hiking boots/trail shoes/antimicrobial sandals...you get the point. As we prepare for today's 5 hr hike up and down the tallest mountain in GA (Google it), my plan is to grab my pack, prepacked for Camino, add water bottle and food, and go. He, on the other hand, tries on various hiking pants-he has a pair for each temperature/terrain possibility, debates the shoe issues-I'll get to that while on the Camino I promise, and rechecks elevation points for our day trip. He makes big plans, big dreams, big possibilities, then puts plans into action so fast the rest of us suffer symptoms of whiplash. He then proceeds to talk about those plans, again at breakneck speed, jumping from topic to topic within his mind's wide scope, certain we are capable of keeping up with and digesting the broad brush strokes, the tedious planning and researching already accomplished, and the time schedules minutely mapped out. If you mention the Camino, it's on. It's hard to keep up. You see, I MULL. I'm a muller: I weigh the options, consider the downsides (heavily) and the upsides (if even within the realm of possibility, which is doubtful), wait, and then tread slowly, patiently, into the unknown. I do one thing at a time. Carefully. Methodically. Neatly (lowered the boom right there). Obviously that's why God put us together. My man needs a voice of reason, it's clear. I provide the "what ifs," the "how much will it cost," the required rational voice, most certainly. It's true though: a marriage with this guy does have its upsides: he's a man of tremendous conviction, passion, adventure, and tremendous work ethic. He is a man of great faith too. He loves God, loves others. Will never ask more than he's willing to give himself, and willing to stand beside his fellow man, pulling him up when he stumbles. This is why we are getting ready to celebrate 29 years of marriage. This is why I'm so ready for our camino. And when I stumble along "the way," I'm counting on that whole pull me up stuff.
Bless his heart we say in the South; he can't help himself. This man puts his all into whatever he feels led to accomplish, whether it is his professional or personal goals, and by all means, shopping for the perfect hiking boots/trail shoes/antimicrobial sandals...you get the point. As we prepare for today's 5 hr hike up and down the tallest mountain in GA (Google it), my plan is to grab my pack, prepacked for Camino, add water bottle and food, and go. He, on the other hand, tries on various hiking pants-he has a pair for each temperature/terrain possibility, debates the shoe issues-I'll get to that while on the Camino I promise, and rechecks elevation points for our day trip. He makes big plans, big dreams, big possibilities, then puts plans into action so fast the rest of us suffer symptoms of whiplash. He then proceeds to talk about those plans, again at breakneck speed, jumping from topic to topic within his mind's wide scope, certain we are capable of keeping up with and digesting the broad brush strokes, the tedious planning and researching already accomplished, and the time schedules minutely mapped out. If you mention the Camino, it's on. It's hard to keep up. You see, I MULL. I'm a muller: I weigh the options, consider the downsides (heavily) and the upsides (if even within the realm of possibility, which is doubtful), wait, and then tread slowly, patiently, into the unknown. I do one thing at a time. Carefully. Methodically. Neatly (lowered the boom right there). Obviously that's why God put us together. My man needs a voice of reason, it's clear. I provide the "what ifs," the "how much will it cost," the required rational voice, most certainly. It's true though: a marriage with this guy does have its upsides: he's a man of tremendous conviction, passion, adventure, and tremendous work ethic. He is a man of great faith too. He loves God, loves others. Will never ask more than he's willing to give himself, and willing to stand beside his fellow man, pulling him up when he stumbles. This is why we are getting ready to celebrate 29 years of marriage. This is why I'm so ready for our camino. And when I stumble along "the way," I'm counting on that whole pull me up stuff.