Last night, Reza and I got into a really interesting "discussion." We were teasing each other about it on our stupid Facebook profiles, (lame, I know) and I promised a rousing science lesson for my next blog post, so here it is.
Our discussion was about whether or not muscles pull and push. Reza says they only pull. Since he was an exercise science major, he must be right, but I don't really understand why. Some people have tried to explain it to me, and I understand for a minute while they're talking, but then it leaves my mind again. So, the physical science lesson here is "ask Reza if you want to know about muscles pulling and pushing."
My science lesson is going to be more analogous than anything. See, this isn't the first time that Reza has had to explain sciency stuff to me. We've had conversations about whether trees have feelings, the difference between a mammal and...um...other animal categories, and the snow cycle in the Colorado mountains, among other sciency things. He knows the answers to all those things! Just off the top of his head. It's impressive to me, because I don't. I also don't have the heart that Reza has. There is no more merciful soul than my husband's. He gives *everyone* the benefit of the doubt, and trusts people until they give him reason not to. He will shovel anybody's driveway and help anyone in need, at any time. He will drive to the airport at 3am if you need him to. He defines "extravert." He is smart, compassionate, talented, loving, hilarious, and his servant heart is beyond explanation. To watch him take care of our little girl is heaven on earth for me.
I, on the other hand, can thoroughly and completely explain the difference between to, too and two, discuss speech audience analysis and put together a budgeting spreadsheet like nobody's business. I have a completely overdeveloped sense of justice, and insane OCD tendencies, especially when it comes to counting and odd numbers. I am embarrassed to confess that I don't always give everyone the benefit of the doubt and it takes a while for me to trust. I'm terribly unlikely to give up sleep for any reason. I like policies, procedures and rules. I am the one who reads every syllable of the manual that comes with the new gadget. I have to gear up to be around people, which surprises some because of how outgoing I am. I am a definite introvert.
So what's the "science lesson" I promised?? It's balance. Reza is the yin to my yang. The Fred to my Ginger. The fine wine to my cheese. The banana to my Cheerios. His strengths complement my own in ways that make us strongest together, and that is a God thing. The "science" of this is the miracle of God bringing two broken people together in a broken world to walk through things together.
The truth is that Reza is a much better husband than I am wife. What a blessing he is to so many people - especially to me, Olivia, and our extended family. When I first thought about starting this blog, I had a specific name that I wanted to call it. I googled the name to see if it was available, and it's already taken, so I clicked on it to see what it was like. It's written by a pastor's wife who is anonymously complaining about her husband and all the hypocritical things that he does. I am so thankful that I don't have a story like that. I was heart broken for this woman, but wanted to make sure that I go out of my way to publicly say how RAD my husband is. :) Not perfect. But perfect for me, a gift straight from the Lord.