Mobile Minutes: For My Queen

Darco and I do not always get along. In fact, our personalities are so polarizing people either laugh at us, or suggest counseling.

We don’t mesh all the time, and backgrounds have a lot to do with that reality.

Today it was all about a bed…a stupid bed.

For two weeks now I’ve listened to my wife talk nonstop about the mattress that we just ordered. Everyday, for two weeks, she called the company to see if the bed came in. Today, three hours before our guests arrived, the bed came in.

With the assistance of Jim, we put the bed together in the bedroom. I went out to move vehicles, frankly thinking nothing of a bed. Sure, we’ve slept on a full bed for three years, but a bed is a bed in my book.

Stepping back into the house, still a bit fried from all the moving and prepping today, Darco came up to me beaming…after, shockingly, laying on the bed…

OK, this definitely is one of the top three happiest moments since being married to you. We have a bed!

Two things:
1. I’m not going to risk my pride by asking what the other two top three moments of our marriage have been so far.
2. Clarification: When I met Darco she was sleeping on a couch/day bed at her mother’s house. Most of her childhood she spent sharing beds with other relatives, or sleeping on couches at friends houses through her teenage years.

While it isn’t necessarily an iconic moment from The Blindside, there’s still power in knowing that my wife has received something that’s she’s never had before. It also demonstrates to me how spoiled I was growing up compared to so many.

So, in conclusion, I still have lots to learn about my wife. However, in this instance I’m glad something was received to bring joy to my queen.



XXXI: Vanity or Salvation

I run.
Nearly every day now.
What started six years ago as a means to impress my now ex-wife, became a tool of divorce recovery, and now a method of worship for my soul.

It’s more though…

I, like many, hate looking in the mirror. Daily I question what Darco sees in me anyways. It’s hard to stomach the idea that you’re not an attractive person. It’s a sin of doubt that plagues the mind. It’s been one of mine since I was a child.

Recently I learned a fun project for myself to handle the temptation of doubt and humility. I would grow my hair and my beard crazy long, losing my face in the process. I didn’t want to see it, I didn’t want to see my shortcomings.

I’d run for weeks, months, watch what I eat, and any time spent in the gym was done with multiple layers of long sleeve clothing.

I made it hurt.

I never wanted Darco to regret marrying someone that wasn’t handsome, unique, or attractive. She deserved more, she deserves more.

This weekend I shaved and cleaned up to see the progress, and for once…truly once…I was surprised.

For the first time in my life, that I can recall, I can look in the mirror without the guilt.



I know it isn’t perfect, but I hope it’s something for my wife. She deserves it.


XXXI: Hang Up & Talk

Growing up in a digital age, I can’t believe that even I’m to the point of disconnecting from our own, manmade cyber world.

Perhaps I’m the youngest one in this age,
The idea of hanging up, putting away the prepay
Unwinding fingertips crippled by chronic keyboards,
Typing away each final breath.

Maybe I’m alone,
This new advocacy for self-help in a digital plain,
Deleted, rewriting, and disconnecting ones image,
Easing away the physical pain

I ponder the amount of dates gone by,
Talking to him across tabletops,
Screens rolling past his vacant eyes,

How many times has he whispered to her,
In the midnights twilight,
Understanding she heard nothing,
Except the comedy routine from YouTube’s limelight

Twisted, dark deceptive life
Full of zeros and ones,
A binary cry,
Calculated cost of communication cut short,
We cut the cord,
But we never hung up

Curious cursors cruise across screens,
Imaging imaginary ideas,
Reality no longer desirable,
Photoshop, ragtag pieces of former cut, cropped, cropped tops,
Litter to the mind

Days erased and night now rotten,
Glassy eyed empty souls,
Twisted membranes of cellular display,
Underline the world lost,
The love forgotten.

Unplug the warped reality,
A cyber crime unwinding in the minds eye,
Take up a natural life,
Block out the screen,
Turn off the lie.


XXXI: No Formula

I did not go to church today.

I sat in our living room; marveling at the beautiful, frozen landscape that had created itself over the night.

My wife did not go to church today.

She sat beside me, half asleep, taking in the warmth of solar radiation and a pristine paralysis that surrounded her.

We did not go to church today.

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#429 of things I never dreamed that I’d witness in my lifetime:

Waking up late on a Saturday morning, heading into town with my wife to enjoy a cup of coffee at the local coffee shop. Driving home, paying bills, balancing our account, and beginning the deep cleaning of our house. Witnessing the fact that we’re actually growing our savings while paying off bills in mass at the same time.

Pretty cool place.

Cats are sleeping, wife’s out enjoying the day with her friends, and I’m joyfully at home. Relaxed, listening to progressive tracks of synthesized music, and taking care of this life that we have.

We are blessed.

We will praise.