Vince had asked me to look for some important papers today so that sent me over to the filing cabinet to do some digging. Our filing cabinet is like the memory chest for this family. There are files for every year of Chad’s school. Chad – Kindergarten; Chad – First Grade; Chad – Second Grade and so on. This is kinda funny . . we have a file for all our cars. When we got married in 1997, I had a 1992 Mazda van. Still have the file on that. When we left Kentucky in 2006, we donated the van to some charity. Then we bought a 2001 Honda CRV. Still have that vehicle. Then we bought a 2007 Toyota Highlander. Still have that vehicle. Neither the Honda or the Toyota have ever been in the shop except both had a timing belt changed and the Honda had some minor work done on the a/c about 11 years ago.
But, the file that had me following Vince around all day reading the contents . . it’s simply labeled “Vince” and it has copies of about a million (it seems) emails that we sent back and forth during the early years. There were two themes throughout all those emails (1) I love you and can’t live without you and (2) You and Chad are going to have to learn to live together or this is never going to work! Obviously, we figured it out and made it work but sometimes, it wasn’t easy. Sometimes it was downright difficult.
Here’s an example of why it was difficult. Addie does not like clutter. I am the clutter queen and Vince is twice as bad as I am. Nicole was telling me that Addie has been after her other grandma to clean up the clutter in her house and in my opinion, her house is virtually clutter-less.
Me: Before Addie comes, we’re going to have to declutter a bit. Addie will stay on us about the clutter.
Vince: I’m not going to be told by a child when to clean up.
Me: Just go along with it, ask her to help you, pickup a few things, throw away a few things and she’ll be happy.
Vince: This is my house and a year old isn’t going to dictate how I live.
Oh, please! Learn to play along just for a few days . . for my sake!
Vince and Chad were able to find more ways to get on each other’s nerves.
Back to the emails – some of them were three pages printed. I don’t even know why I printed so many of them but I’m glad I did. We laughed! He kept saying “Did I really write that?” I told him . . can you imagine when we’re gone and Chad and Nicole go through these and read them. I can see them cracking up and not believing we wrote those things. Nothing bad or R-rated . . just not what they would expect from us I imagine. Heck, reading them 25 years after they were written, I was surprised myself!
Vince said “Burn them so no one ever sees them!” No way!