reason #345 why i love my husband.

i'm very, very lucky. or maybe clint is very, very unlucky. yeah...maybe that's more like it.

i don't pay the bills. i'm not good at that. i wouldn't get them in on time...and there would be little to no keeping up with what was paid and what was not. i'm the worst about it.

clint does all that. i (sometimes) cook dinner. i love to cook his lunch when he comes home from work to eat with me. and i clean the house. he pretty much, does everything else. now that i've typed that...and have re-read it...i'm not really sure why he's with me. it must be because i'm so much stinkin' fun. :)

anyway...he mentioned today that we'll probably need to get me new tires. i thought i remembered having that done recently...so i looked through my glove compartment. that's where everything is. we're talking...any receipt from anything related to my car. as well as insurance cards from like 2004. when i get pulled over, it takes a long, long time to find the "up to date" card. i usually have to flip through several before i find the one that is not expired. which makes the policeman really happy. about as happy as that one officer was when i got pulled over at ouachita. ah...those were the days.

i was driving on that street between ouachita and henderson. and i was mad about something. no telling. maybe it was the day i went to walmart and the woman cut my hair and gave me a rat tail. which i did not ask for. and emily was with me. and about halfway into the haircut, emily said, "you're so pretty, hannah." and it was at that point...without looking...that i knew it was a bad haircut. and then paul lowe said something like, "and you used to be cute."

anyway...i was driving...and this cop pulled me over for speeding. and i was. i was speeding. and he walked up to my car and started writing the ticket. and then he mentioned that i wasn't wearing my seatbelt. and i go....(and this is not normal...and looking back...i cannot believe i said this...) "go ahead and give me a ticket for that...cause i'm not going to wear that stupid thing. ever!"

yes. that's what i said. he kind of laughed...and then added that to the ticket. he tore it off his pad...handed it to me...and said "have a wonderful day miss pratt."

and you know what i did? i ripped that ticket in half and threw it at him. YES! well, i didn't really throw it "at him"...he was just standing outside my car door...and i threw it there. and he sort of gasped. and began to write me another one. so...he rips that one off and hands it to me. and i rip it up. this time though, i decide to add a little something to it. and so i say, "you can keep on writing those tickets. and i'm gonna keep on tearing them up. i won't pay them...i'll tell my dad and he'll get them off my record."

yes. i was horrible. i'm pretty sure it was the day i had a rat tail. and part fem-mullett. i can't believe i said it. but i did.

well, i got a call from my pops the next day. he asked me how i was. i said good...had a little bit of small talk...and then he mentioned that he had received a call from a cop in arkadelphia. let's just say...it wasn't pretty after that. and it included driving school. four days. weekends. and a fine.

back to the story...i start cleaning my glove box out today and realize there is stuff there that should be in the house. like the title to my car, etc. so i leave it for clint on his desk. you see, he has these file boxes. and he keeps everything there. everything alphabetized. so i didn't want to screw anything up and do it myself. it's easier for him to do.

so i look down at the file box...and see this...

it's the first file in a box full of files. and it simply says, "baby". and there is nothing in it. yet. but there will be soon. and seeing it...and knowing that at some point, he thought about it...and then made this little baby his own file...completely melted my heart.

and once again, i realized...that i'm completely not worthy of all the blessings that i have been given.