Next month marks nine years of wedded bliss for the hubby and me. Amazing to think that after only knowing each other less than six months we decided that we wanted to spend all of eternity together. However, that's the BYU way isn't it?
Things surfaced about our differing personalities right away. One of those differences is in how we make decisions. I come from a family whom are very quick decision makers.
Where do you want to eat? (No more than a five minute decision--I prefer to think that we are decisive and not merely just hungry.)
What should I wear today? (Take something out of your closet and put it on.)
We make decisions quickly. We don't like to waste time and I guess we all feel pretty well informed on our options. I'm sure it isn't because we're impatient by nature. (read sarcasm here)
My husband's family are more deliberate in their approach.
Where do you want to eat?
This would be followed by a discussion about which ethnicity of food we were in the mood for. Then, after that was determined, we would discuss every restaurant we had ever known that served that type of food. We would then further break down our options by price, customer service, drive time to desired locations, etc.
Not that I think my family's way of doing things is superior, it's just been quite interesting to note how we seem to approach questions or situations with different methods.
Going back to our upcoming anniversary. I want to do something big. And by big I mean without our kids and for more than one day. The two of us haven't gotten away for a vacation other than single nights out for two prior anniversaries, so I thought now would be a great time. My mom volunteered to come and stay with the kids and that left it wide open for us to plan something wonderful.
Once again, our differences are highlighted:
I had a friend refer me to the most luxurious resort I've ever seen. It looks absolutely amazing. I took one look and was ready to book the trip.
My husband talked to many, many different people and then narrowed his options down to four completely different locations. He continues to update me on what is available to do in these various locations and the different hotel options.
I'm beginning to think that perhaps my decisive approach has given me comfort because I never had to worry that I would be missing out on anything because I never bothered to consider what I could be missing.
My husband likes to consider all the options--good and bad. In the end, I can't deny that the decision is well-founded, but I also can't help but feeling remorse about all the options I have to forego.
Where will we go?
Where will we stay when we get there?
What will we eat?
What will we wear?
We think we have it figured out--almost.