My other half is back home. It’s funny how we call our spouses the “better” half. But it is true in my case – at least that’s how I feel. And I think he’s my better half because when he’s around, I’m better.
We compliment each other. We’re not much alike at all. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say we weren’t very much alike to start with.
He’s extroverted – I’m not. But I’m a whole lot more self confident now because he peeled off some of my introverted shell. Losing part of that shell was painful at first. He tells people everything. He wears no masks, so what you see is what you get. Me – I don’t always want people to know the intimate details, especially the embarassing ones. He’s learned to be more sensitive – I’ve learned to be more open.
He has a sense of humor that is earthy, (a nice way to say really bad sometimes) loud, and the way he tells a joke – well, everyone laughs. Even if they’ve heard the same joke from him before. (which I can guarantee you I have!). Me – well, you could say I am witty but I can’t tell jokes without killing the punch line.
He is organized – likes administration. He likes to run the show, make decisions quickly and get the job done. Me – well if I can procrastinate a bit longer I will. It helps to keep me on track just knowing that he will expect me to get some job done.
He is so unmusical it hurts. But his musical repetoire includes more than just country now – a whole range from classical to rock. Just don’t ask him to sing – you will regret it! Me – I love music – except for country – but I have even learned to listen to that. And art – well don’t expect him to rave about something abstract.
But we are both suckers for little creatures that need a hand. And for kids. And for Africa. And for the people who are down and out in this world and need a second chance.
Yeah, my best friend, my better half, my love, is home again. And I am glad.
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