Goodbye 1%

This week, I'm going to forego counting my Sunday Blessings because there's something weighing heavy on my heart that I need to come clean about.

I've always been someone picky. Someone with high standards. Someone who carries the bad habit of pointing out the faults of others. However, my high standards and self-righteousness left me somewhat shielded from the fact that this is not a healthy way to live in a relationship. Needless to say, I was blindsided last night when I realized that this is exactly what I've been doing to Chuck.

Chuck is the model of what it means to be a good man. To be chivalrous. To be kind. To be a gentleman. He is so enamored with me that he has completely altered his lifestyle to ensure my comfort and my faith in him as my future husband. He has gone from steak and burgers to tofu and kale in .3 seconds. And from a pack a day to zero in an even shorter amount of time.

So why is it that this same man who exceeds 99% of my expectations is subjected to my judgement when he falls short in the 1% category? I think I have been so spoiled by his attentiveness and love that I'm thrown for a loop when he can't quite measure up to the pedestal I've placed him on.

This was an awful thing to learn about myself and I'm trying to figure out before I become a nagging wife how to let the judgement go and just bask in the beauty of the amazing man who is committing his life to me.

I'd like to ask for your prayers for me as I learn how to become a better person and a better partner to the man who has stolen my heart and instilled in me a faith in goodness, trust and love that no one else ever has.