Running of the Bulls

I woke up on Sat­ur­day morn­ing and I think I may have got­ten up on the wrong side of the bed. It was dark and gloomy out­side; the rain con­sis­tently hit against our win­dows. Vitaliy was the one that had to work that day, and yet, I was the crabby one. We decided that we’d go out to break­fast before he had to leave. I threw on my most com­fi­est clothes and looked in the mir­ror. “OMG! I am so fat!” Isn’t that the dia­logue going through every woman’s mind when she is crabby but has to get dressed? Thank­fully its win­ter now so I can cover every­thing up with a big win­ter coat. That is what I thought to myself. But I was hav­ing a hard time cov­er­ing up the doom and gloom inside that I was feel­ing. I sat on the bed, prob­a­bly pout­ing or some­thing, when Vitaliy walked up to me, held me in his arms, looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Babes, you know it’s my job to make sure you are happy before I leave. So what am I going to have to do to make you smile?” That kind of love will shine the light on any dark heart. That was all it took to make me smile.

Well…until Sun­day morn­ing came. I was fine until I left church. How do you go to church and leave crabby? Seri­ously peo­ple, how is that pos­si­ble? I’m here to con­fess and repent. It was ugly! Well, I left church and arrived at my des­ti­na­tion only to find out that I didn’t have what I needed. It was at home! I’m sure you can all imag­ine what hap­pens next. That lit­tle crabby atti­tude just took a turn for the worst. I wasn’t a dragon ready to spit fire, but you could com­pare me to a bull in Spain dur­ing the week of the run­ning of the bulls. Ok, I’m exag­ger­at­ing. But poor Vitaliy did receive the phone call let­ting him know that I had for­got­ten some­thing at home and I may have men­tioned how upset I was about it. I called when I was close so that he could come out to the car when I pulled up. As I was turn­ing on our street, I could see that he was already out­side wait­ing for me. But when I pulled up closer, I could see what he was wear­ing and a smile came over my heart. Vitaliy was still in his paja­mas and he had his pants pulled up all the way to his chest. It is one of the fun­ni­est sights I’ve ever seen and I always ask him to do it. How­ever, nor­mally its in the pri­vacy of our own bed­room. But as he said the pre­vi­ous day, he is will­ing to do any­thing to make me smile.

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This is the inspi­ra­tion for the “pull the paja­mas up to your chest” thing that Vitaliy does. There is his­tory and mean­ing behind the madness.

P.S. Wasn’t Vitaliy too cute as a child?? Every time I see this pic­ture, I can’t wait to have a lit­tle V one day.