What Was I Thinking?

I was thinking how laid-back and easy going he was. (It was an act.)

Perhaps I was thinking that it was exotic to marry a Canadian.

I think I might have been thinking that we would lie on the grass as he expounded the scriptures to me. (Not too much grass lying has happened since we got married.)

I think I thought life would be a fun ride with him.

I know I was thinking that he said his dream was to live the Gospel.

I wasn't thinking that I would never worry for a day whether he would provide for his family.

I wasn't thinking how his cow-milking work ethic would sustain our marriage in rough patches.

I wasn't thinking that our first date, which cost no money, was a sign of future frugality.

I didn't know how grateful he would be for some of my talents. (Job-security for me.)

I didn't know that I would always feel like the most beautiful, talented woman on the planet in his eyes.

I didn't know how similar we were. Or how young. Or how immature.

I wasn't thinking how much he might need me. I didn't know how much I needed him.

Ten years in, I think it's all working out quite well.