The Bright Yellow Shirt

I have a confession to make; I have been a little annoyed with the hubby lately.  I'm not sure why, but as you married folk should understand, he's just been a little under my skin.  Today as I was doing laundry, I tossed in a an xxlarge yellow shirt and thought of my sweet husband and smiled.  Then I came here, to write this post.

Being married is tricky...period.  I'm not saying I don't like it, because truth be told I really do love being married and I love the man I am married to.  But,there are ups and downs.  There are times when you understand each other perfectly and everything runs like clock work and then there are times when it seems that what comes out of your mouth and what is being heard are completely opposite.

One of the reasons I married Mike is because he makes me laugh, and although he tells me as the years go by it is harder and harder to get a laugh out of me, he still can make me laugh like no other. 

About a year ago, we went to a church service project at a local park (Mormon Helping Hands).  Part of our job was to do some painting, so they provided shirts to protect our clothing from the paint.  I took the kids to get our painting supplies and opted not to wear one of the paint shirts.  A few minutes later I spotted Mike, walking across the park in a giant YELLOW shirt.  It was the most awful, giant, hideously ugly shirt I had ever seen.  I could not stop laughing.  At the end of the service project, we were supposed to turn in the paint shirts, but in true Mike fashion, he forgot.  He hopped in the car wearing the yellow shirt.  Now every once in a while, Mike will come downstairs wearing that shirt...and every time it makes me smile (if not laugh hysterically).

I am a lucky girl.  Sometimes I just need to see that bright yellow shirt to remind me:)