Today I’m in a really really poopy mood and I just cant kick it right now, but when I think of my time in India it puts me in somewhat of a better mood. So that’s what I’m going to blog about today , us in India, it may get a tad boring but its not boring for him and I, and after all the blog is about us right... ;)
As I said in an earlier blog my friend had come to India with me and she brought 2 big luggage bags with her, I had a smaller bag and then one that strapped on my back. As we traveled through India my friend would carry her one small bag and Tom would carry his bag, his book bag, and her large bag with him. When I would see him carrying her bag it made me realize one thing, that we will be okay, that he is here to help me and protect me. Even though he was carrying her bag, and not mine because of the situation we were in, it made me know that this is how my life is going to be he will carry the big bags and I will carry the small bags in life, and I like that.
From the time I was a kid I always wanted to marry a man who would take care of me, a prince charming shall I say. I dreamed of being a housewife and raising our kids and cooking and cleaning things like that. In my real life as an adult all my Prince charming was, was a drunk who cheated on me. So when this awesome man came into my life, who would jump in front of a train for me, I didn’t really know how to handle it at first. Part of me wanted to run away and part of me wanted to keep him all to myself so no one could ever really know how awesome he is, because if anyone ever found out how great he was they would want to take him from me for sure. When I saw him take control and take the bags at the train station, I don’t know what it was but that was how I saw my prince charming, someone who would take care of me.
Its not like I want to be sheltered or not told whats going on or anything like that, but I always wanted to marry someone who could make a decision, take control, and handle things in life. I cant really explain it but its kind of like this for example....
.......If we are having a new bathroom built in our house and the builder comes to Tom and says “I know you wanted the window in the bathroom in the middle of the wall, but its not going to work there, it will work if we put it on the left side of the wall (or something like that)”. I want Tom to say”okay that fine, the left side will work just great”. Even if I had my heart set on the window being in the middle of the wall, if it does not work then it does not work, end of story there is no point in me getting mad about it. Just make the decision and tell the contractor that is fine, no problem.......
I am simple really, I don’t get angry very often, I’m usually pretty happy, and most things don’t bother me. My mom always taught me to not get stressed out about things I cant change, rather they are big things or little things in life, if you cant change them then you cant change them.
When we were in India Tom was just that, my PC (prince charming) he took control of things and things happened!!! There was never a time when I was with Tom that I needed something and Tom didn’t do his best to get it for me. Now that does not mean everything I wanted I got, but Tom tried his best to get it for me.
So its the little things Tom does that make me feel safe with him, especially while we were traveling, but in general life too. Little things like the 2nd hotel we stayed at in Amritsar India was kind of right on a road, when you walked out the doors of the hotel there were no sidewalks just the road. I was already a tad nervous about walking anywhere in India, only because that was our first time we were completely on our own. All the other times we were in cities that at least one of the guys with us lived in or was familiar with, but in Amritsar none of us have ever been there before. One of the times I walked out of the doors of the hotel and boom I was right on the street and a rickshaw and I almost met head to head. Tom kind of grabbed my arm and pulled me back, I’m assuming he saw the rickshaw and saw I was paying no attention at all and that’s why he did that.
At one point in our journey we were in a taxi cab, and he was driving us from Delhi to Agra, and Tom asked him if there was a restaurant along the way we could eat at. The taxi driver says ya sure there is a restaurant right outside of Delhi, oh good great, because we were starving!!!!! Okay picture this, a Tent (a dirty one), with a few folding tables and chairs in front of it, with a “kitchen” inside of the dirty tent, Can you picture it now? We pull up Tom turns around and looks at me and before I could even say anything he says “I know babe”, like he could read my mind. When you see pigs flying is the only time I would eat at this place... Yuck Yuck Yuck... But right there is a great example of how he takes care of me, he knew that I would not eat at a place like that, but he knew I was hungry and my sugar was low and I needed something to eat. So he went into the tent and found me some crackers in a closed container and a bottled water to hold me over till we ate. Finally he did get a us a good restaurant to eat at, but that restaurant was a whole other story... ;)
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