I honestly have no idea how I lucked out got the sweetest husband in the world – but I’m so thankful that I did.
After the great sprained ankle weekend, I was pretty down and blue… All because of that darn boot. Simply, it took away my freedom and mobility – and not to mention that it hurts like heck to wear. I will now have to wear three little scars on my shin from that darn boot for the rest of my life. Yup, the thing drew blood.
Tyler, who always seems to be tuned into my moods and wanted to put a smile back on my face, asked me one morning if I wanted a new car for my birthday. A new car??! For my birthday??! No one has ever bought me something so extravagant for my birthday and when I told Tyler that, his only reply was that I deserved it.
We had been talking about getting a new car for a little while before he suggested to get me one for my birthday, so this wasn’t completely out of the blue… But we had talked about waiting a few more months before we would even start looking.
I had thought we’d get a midsized SUV to better accommodate our future life changes, but no matter how many midsized SUVs I drove, I just wasn’t comfortable in them. Frustrated and feeling a little defeated, Tyler and I talked about getting me another sedan since I’m comfortable driving them.
Tyler took me to a Toyota dealership and told them we wanted to test drive a Prius. Mind you, both my parents and my sister all own a Prius. Is adding a fourth Prius to the family silly? More specifically, is it silly to get the same car that my sister just purchased a few weeks ago? I thought so, but Tyler said this wasn’t about anyone else but us. He challenged me to keep an open mind.
During the test drive, I couldn’t stop smiling. I not only liked the car, but I was excited about it. After Tyler noticed my change in attitude, he squeezed my hand and asked me if I wanted it. Gosh! That’s a lot of money and a huge decision – what about of future lives? Wouldn’t a SUV be better for those types of changes? Are we making the right decision?
Ultimately, we both liked the car and wanted it. Our sales guy said that we were probably the most decisive couple he’s worked with in awhile and that made me laugh. I was thinking how indecisive we were during the whole process!
Tyler, ever so prepared, had done his research and knew exactly how much he wanted to pay and how much he wanted for my trade in. When we got exactly what we wanted, we signed the paper and drove my new car home!
I’ve loved driving my little spaceship (that’s what I call it because the dashboard is really futurist looking) and I know that we made the right decision! Now I just need to figure out what the heck I’m going to get Tyler for his birthday in July!!! No pressure, right?
Last Saturday was the beautiful wedding of my freshman year suitemate. Tyler and I had an absolute blast at their reception and were beyond thrilled to continue the party (via a pirate ship, mind you) to Pusser’s, the bar.
Let me preface this story a little bit – I’m not one to wear high heels. I’m more of a flip flops / flats type of girl. My guy is quite a bit taller than me, so it’s not a height thing – its more of a comfort thing. I’m also not usually one to drink very much, especially when I’m at a new place, but I was with Tyler and we were celebrating Meg and Mike, so I drank more than I usually did.
Now that we’ve covered those two points, I’m sure you can see where this story is going… While walking around on the deck of the bar, my left high heel got caught in between the wooden slats. Of course, with my husband possessively glued to my side because the bar was filled with navy men, I didn’t fall when I went to take another step… No, with my husband grabbing onto my hip – I didn’t fall. Thank goodness!
But me being… Well, me… I tried not to make a big deal out of anything. I told everyone I was fine. Tyler helped me free my poor shoe from the cracks between the deck, but as soon as I went to take another step, my left ankle screamed in protest. It could not handle ANY weight. Tyler went to pick me up in his arms, but I begged him to just take my heels off and help me walk out with my dignity.
So barefoot and inches from tears, Tyler helped me say my goodbyes to my friends and walk out of the bar. Since I wouldn’t let Tyler pick me up and carry me, he left me right outside the bar entrance to go get the car. Not only was I barefoot in the streets of Annapolis, but my ankle was swelling with every passing minute.
By the time we got back to my Mom’s, I gave up my stubbornness and left Tyler carry me up the stairs. We knew it was bad (since it was at least twice the size), but we didn’t know how bad it actually was. We iced and evaluated it all night and just hoped for the best.
Come morning, I literally had to crawl out of bed to the bathroom. Not only was it swollen and already starting to bruise, but it was stiff. I found my way to my Mom’s laptop and searched for flights back to Dallas. I needed a doctor. Heck, I thought I might of broken it.
Even now, I’m impressed that we not only packed and made it to the airport within the hour, but we also got through security and onto the earlier flight within that hour (yeah, we were cutting it a little close).
As soon as we landed, Tyler took me to one of those urgent care centers. A couple x-rays later and a few more pokes and prodes than I liked, it was determined that it wasn’t broken. THANK GOODNESS. …But it was badly sprained… So bad that they gave me a boot and told me to wear it for 2-3 weeks.
So this has been my life…
Living on the 3rd and 4th floor of our apartment building has proven to be challenging… But my sweet husband hasn’t let me walk up or down any of those stairs. Nope, he’s been carrying me up and down and down and up! I told him if he continues to spoil me I may never take this dang boot off! Ha!