Last Thursday’s Skate Night was epically bad for me (and epically good at the same time). Thing #1 and I were skating together, arm-in-arm, when one of the “cut-offs” (see reference picture above) turned right in front of us so quickly that we didn’t have a chance to get around him. Our skates got tangled together with his and Thing #1 and I went down hard. She hit her knee really bad and my right hip twisted underneath me. Loverman skated over to help us and we rolled slowly off the floor to take inventory of our injuries.
Both of us seemed to be mostly okay (the guy that collided into us skated away almost immediately. He didn’t even fall), but when I stood up I noticed that my back side seemed a little extra drafty. So, I reached back and felt around and, what do you know? I ripped my pants! Loverman looked at me with laughter in his eyes and I had to ask him if he had any spare pants in his truck (he almost always has spare clothes with him). That day, he did not. So, I asked one of my other skate friends, positive that HE would have an extra pair of sweats in his car. He didn’t either, but told me that they probably sold sweat pants at the Walgreen’s across the street and reminded us that there was a Wal-Mart about a mile down the road.
My sweet Loverman didn’t even blink an eye as he he took off his skates and went across the street to buy me sweatpants, using the $20 bill I had given him earlier for gas money! It was the only money he had and he needed it for gas (so he could get to and from work for the weekend) but instead, he spent it on me and bought me outrageously expensive sweat pants at Walgreen’s! Not only did the pants fit me well, but now I have another sweet reminder of how wonderful that man is to me; and I can wear them whenever I want to feel close to him!
I quickly changed pants and tossed the ripped ones in the garbage, got a drink from the fountain and we were back on the skate floor. My hip was sore, but I skated it out. Thing #1 and Loverman skated together for a couple songs — she was teaching him to do something that he says is impossible, but Thing #1 and I do it all the time… It was a beautiful thing to watch!
It was nearing the end of the night (10:15) and a slow, couples-skating song started to play. Loverman rolled over to me and we started doing one of our backwards steps together. It went fine for the first half of the song, but I was tired and I caught one of my wheels on his. My hip didn’t have the strength to catch my fall, so I was back on the ground again. This time I was completely unable to get myself up and had to crawl off the skating floor (thank goodness I fell by an entrance). My awesome skate-family was there to make sure I was okay, and I was definitely done skating for the night.
Loverman and Thing #1 helped me walk out to the truck… I forced him to take my last $10 because he used all his gas money to buy me pants… He followed us home to make sure that I would be able to drive and then made sure that I made it up the two flights of stairs to my apartment.
When I woke up Friday morning, Thing #1 was there to give me a hug (and wipe the tears) and Thing #2 helped me get around the apartment, but I was struggling to walk and had a terrible limp.
My biggest day-brightener last Friday was when I found out that Loverman waited for me, at a McDonald’s on my route to work, until he got my “safe at work, baby” text. He waited for me to make sure I was okay!
I am so grateful to have such wonderful people around me to look out for me. I try to show them how special they are to me every single time I am with them!
Make sure you go out and give your “special people” a hug today. Some of them might not even know how special you think they are!