Daniel and I are in a relationship that’s categorized
as “complicated.” He and I disagree on
occasion, and even argue heatedly with one another.
He usually wants me to do things his way, while I think I am right and
my way is better. Other times, however, Daniel
and I travel Life’s pathways contentedly, basking in comfortable silence and companionship. Daniel is my GPS.
First of all, let me say Daniel is an amazing
guy. He doesn’t constantly need my
attention, and delights in giving me some space while he takes some time off to
do his own thing. I don’t need him with
me every trip I take in the car, particularly if it’s around town or places
I’ve been before. I’m fine by myself. Daniel trusts me, and I trust him.
The two of us also respect one another. Daniel exudes intelligence and is always
up-to-date. He automatically knows his
way around the countryside, seldom making a mistake. His math skills are legendary. He quickly and accurately calculates
distances and time, solving multiple problems simultaneously. At the same time, Daniel appreciates my
abilities to make sure we always have gas in the tank, and he knows I am good
at planning every aspect of our trips, from hotel lodgings and finances to
discovering area attractions and stops.
Our time together is wonderful as well as exciting.
Sometimes Daniel and I irritate one another, but isn’t
that what happens in most relationships?
Some people squeeze the toothpaste in the middle, and sometimes Daniel
deliberately doesn’t tell me to slow down when rough rail crossings are coming
up. I’m sure I annoy Daniel at times, too, with my
impetuosity – after all, not all service areas or restaurants sound as good as others, so I sometimes change my mind capriciously. Those, however, are minor issues that come
with day-to-day living. We accept one
another as we are, and revel in our journey through Life together.
Occasionally, Daniel and I disagree on the best
route. We both insist we know best, and
an argument will ensue. Both passionate creatures, Daniel and I do our best to present
our different views to each other.
Daniel likes the most direct route, while I like the route that also takes
traffic into account. Daniel, being the
gentleman, usually concedes to my choices, with only a hint of exasperation in
his voice as he says, “Follow the highlighted route.”
After a few more heated exchanges, Daniel usually allows
me to have my way despite his impeccable knowledge of the area, by simply
telling me, “Recalculating;” I smile as
I know he is allowing me to have input, too, despite his objections, and I feel
special as well as safe in his arms. We’d
be lost without one another.
What more could anyone want in a relationship? Daniel and I have good communication skills,
trust one another, share mutual respect, and enjoy being together. We care deeply about one another. May all of you find as wonderful of a
relationship as Daniel Garmin and I share.
