An Explosion in My Ears

Last week I waited for a ring to come in the mail so that I could propose to my girlfriend on Valentine's day. Kind of cheesy, but she's like that and I love it. Three winter storms later my ring arrived the day after the proposed date and what could I do? I placed it on her finger in a stream of mutual tears anyway. Kris's 'yes' was barely audible as she wiped her face and embraced me. Not only do I want to spend the rest of my life with her because there is no one in this world that could make me smile like she does, but I wanted to let her know how much I love her, how much she means to me, and especially to show her that I appreciate her support as I get ready to go on the Equality Ride. I thought the timing was perfect anyway.



My mother who lives with us and knows my days are counted decided to give us a 'day off' and left for a couple of days. We cuddled on the couch and settled to watch a funny movie. As things go, at 11pm Kris received a phone call from her boss. They are very sorry, business is not as busy as they expected, they'll pay her through the week... Not-so perfect timing.


This is after we just finished emptying the boxes into our new apartment. After we took my mother in after a family emergency and after I gave my notice at work to leave. It's a few days before I go and now we scramble to figure out our finances, to see if something of the utmost importance needs to be left up to only people that can afford it.

Sighing with relief we figure if Kris doesn't eat out, if those energy-efficient lightbulbs really do save us some money, and with both of our tax money...she can give herself about two months to find another job (one that can pay the bills, of course). I'll be back by then as well and can begin to contribute. In this economy, that is being very positive and extremely hopeful (as people of faith should be, I say!).

So here I go... Thank you, my darling Kris. You have saved my behind yet again.