I’ve always been a bit of a thief. Just ask my sisters and my roommates and my friends and my mom. I hate all of my clothes all of the time so I like to borrow things, especially from my sister Rachel. (Can I call it “borrowing” if she specifically told me I was not allowed to take things from her on numerous occasions?) I still, to this day, “borrow” things from her when we go to Clovis to visit – clothes, makeup, deodorant, shampoo, her loofa (too far?) – you get the idea. She claims that I’m stealing her clothes (since I don’t have permission) and using her makeup and shampoo (since I will clearly not be returning what I have partaken in). I will continue to use the term borrow because it sounds nice and it makes me feel like we live in a sharing-is-caring kind of world.

This character flaw virtue has stayed with me even in marriage. No, Jacob does not wear makeup but I have switched to using men’s deodorant so that we can “share” and there are multiple items in his closet that sometimes live in mine. Like his flannels. (Mmm… Cozy.) He also has the coziest socks, the most accessible cell phone charger, and the softest loofa. (Yeah. I’m a repeat offender. What of it?)

You would totally understand if I said he hated it. You wouldn’t be surprised if I said that this part of my personality causes tension or arguments. You would probably even back him up if he put his deodorant in a safe. This is the amazing thing about my Jacob… He doesn’t hate it. He embraces it. Instead of allowing it to cause tension he has accepted it and adapted. He buys deodorant in two-packs and hangs HIS flannel in MY closet. He even bought a second loofa. (I should probably ask which one I should be using because it kind of defeats the purpose if I don’t know.) He now offers me his socks and knows exactly where to find his cell phone charger when it’s missing. This is the amazing thing about his love for me… it’s selfless. His love for me ignores, even embraces, this thing about me that would be annoying (and kind of gross) to 98% of people. Instead, he chooses to say, “Yeah. She may be a thief… but she’s my thief.”

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