Cutting Lemons?

The movie “A Bronx Tale” is a DeNiro classic. One scene in the movie is with the young lead that goes by “C”. C is being schooled by an older “father-like” figure before he goes on a date with a young woman. The older gentleman tells C to test her to see if she is one of the ‘great ones’. When C arrives to pick up the lady he gets out of the car, locks his door and walks over to her side to let her in (obviously this is before automatic locks). As he walks back to his door, if she is one of the ‘great ones’, she will reach over to unlock his door. In the movie, she was one of the great ones… I myself have passed this test on several occasions unless I purposely wanted to fail.

So what is our test for men? Are they capable of passing any test to win our hearts? Or is it virtually impossible to pass a test with women because we constantly change the rules?

I have been working from home more since my due date is approaching and trekking to the city is just too much. Therefore, the other morning I came downstairs to make my breakfast before I logged in. I turned on water for tea and started to scramble some eggs. While standing over the sink I noticed Mr. Wilson had tea and in his cup were a tea bag and a lemon. Well my mind started racing since I knew we were running low on cut lemons… I bet that was the last lemon, the least he could do is cut lemons so I don’t have too, this is just ridiculous, I have to do everything even cut lemons (mind you this is all in my head). Well ladies, I went to the refrigerator prepared to cut lemons and realized he had cut a lemon, placed the pieces in a plastic zip lock bag, and even put the baggy in the fruit section.

So the lesson is, he passed a test that he was not even aware of and I failed the test that I created. I just started laughing to myself because I realized I, at times (believe it or not), have standards I cannot even meet. I immediately went to my computer and sent Mr. Wilson an email telling him how great of a husband he is. Later I told him the story and he just laughed.

So ladies… look at the small things he does. You may be surprised that your significant other may be cutting lemons for you !!

Mrs. Wilson

Size 2 ?

Early in my pregnancy, one of the hardest things was gaining weight. I no longer fit into my size 2’s and size 4 was no longer my fallback. The trouble was, even size 6’s were not even an option. I felt defeated… As vain as it sounds I am sure most women struggle with this issue.

Mr. Wilson (again, being near perfect) always told me that I was beautiful. He only sees the mother of his child that is a true blessing. So, I went to the book of Psalms and read, “I am fearfully and wonderfully made”. I reminded myself of the true blessing and privilege it is to carry a child. With this gift, who needs a size 2! So today, I embrace my curves and tell my little M&M she is already making her mommy a better person!


PS> I do plan to lose my baby weight!

Mrs. Wilson