His Last Request...

Well it is that time of season, deployment. The deployment date has come and gone this past week and I am glad to say I haven’t totally flipped out. You know, I can not decide if it’s because of denial, awesome preparation, and just the simple fact I trust God with my husband…and one friend mentioned to me today ~ it’s probably all of it combined! What a combination I dare say!

Yet, the only thing that is bothering me more than anything is what my husband requested of me while he was to be away… of course, aside from the very important matters like, keep the kids alive, the house standing, and the cars in one piece, was the matter of his plants. UGH! Did he have to go there?

My husband has the most green thumb of anyone I know aside from God. LOL!!! He can take my dead tree/plant (or whatever species it is) and turn it from brown to a glorious shade of green. The audacity of him to think I will keep his plants green much less alive for a year!!

Before his several weeks of training, he brought home his plants (from his office) and said, “Hey honey, I brought you a present.” I am thinking, “Oh goody, where is it?” He said, “On the window sill next to the kitchen sink.” Okay. That’s a weird location, but whatever. To my dismay it was a plant. {Sigh}

He said, “You better not kill them. I have had these plants close to a year now.” Really. Hmm. I can’t keep a cactus alive, but you want me to take care of these plants? --what I was thinking to myself. Well, during the several weeks of training before the deployment, I so seriously wanted the plants to die. Not trying to kill them of course, but I wanted the stress of keeping them…off of my conscience.

Well, how are they now you ask? I am happy to report that neither plant is dead. HOOAH!! I didn’t say they were perfect though…but, now I am glad that he gave me this task. Why you ask?

By watering the plants and taking care of them…I think of him. It’s a two-edged sword, but instead of taking good care of my husband by feeding him dinner or giving him that glass of water every night before bed…I give it to his plants. I say, “Good morning plants.” “Here is your water.” And, “Don’t die on me.”

So, needless-to-say, I have formed a ‘relationship’ with these plants, but I am now wondering, will my husband get jealous? {Smile}