Blue & Green
Several months ago, I left the boys with my mom while I went to Boston and worked crew at the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer 3-Day. I’d never left them before.
Scott is very particular about what is “his”, and he’s very obsessive about it. When he has a cup, it’s his cup, and he simply cannot swap. He’s always been this way, and rather than add to his stress of the week I would be gone, I just made sure that there was a very definite, “This is Scott’s,” and, “This is Jeb’s,” when I packed their things.
Cups, blankets, toothbrushes – for Scott they were all blue. For Jeb, they were all green.
As I tried to explain to my mom the color coordinating, she said, “I hope I can remember which color belongs to which boy.”
I said, “It’s very easy. Scott has blond hair, so his is blue. Jeb has red hair, so his is green.”
My mom stared at me blankly. I turned to my sister who was there with her kids. “Doesn’t that make sense to you?” I asked. The answer was a very definite no as she swallowed a laugh. Then my mom wrote on a piece of paper, “Scott – blue. Jeb – green,” while my sister made fun of me.
While driving to the airport, Gregg called me. I said, “If I were to say that something for Scott was blue, and something for Jeb was green, and that made it easy to distinguish what was whose, would you know why I did it that way?”
“Sure,” he said. “Scott has blond hair and Jeb has red hair. It makes perfect sense. Why do you ask?”
Have I told the world today how much I completely love and adore my husband? How thankful I am to God for bringing us together? How much I enjoy being married to him?