thegirlwonder

As i type, Sir and i are trying to decide if i should head into the ER to get checked for appendicitis.

Fact one: i would do most anything for Him. He coddles me when i need it, and helps me grow when i need it, and makes me grow when i don't want to but need to, and brings me flowers for no reason at all, and opens doors all day long. He is the perfect man first, and the perfect Sir (for me, anyways) second, and He knows that i am His completely.

Fact two: Not even HE will get between me and a possible doctors visit. i am so severely crippled when i think about it, i have such an enormous phobia that He would never drive me in or make me go against my will unless it was a life or death situation. (And even then i'm sure He'd feel realllllly bad...) He won't even suggest a visit, even when it's a good idea, because "He knows that if He can wait for me to suggest it, it's easier in the long run" (His words, not mine.)


i am so lucky, for lack of a stronger word, to have a Sir who prizes *me* over my obedience... to have a Sir who would never hold the "sub card" over me at my hardest time, but instead is there as an unfailing hand to guide me through it...

In letting go of expectations at exactly the right time, He is the best partner i can imagine.