As you may recall, dear friend, I solicited your help back in October of 2013 to find my Bob Parr (A.K.A. Mr. Incredible). I am fully aware it has been nearly five months since I last updated this blog. I'm pleased to announce that applications, interviews, looking at head shots and bathroom mirror selfies, checking references, and humiliating dates... the whole shebang is closed.
Bob Parr is in the house. (Identity protected with a Zetterberg jersey above....so we will call him Mr.Z)
His life mirrors Bob's...in my mind.
Bob has an unassuming job as an insurance salesman. In his spare time he aspires to use his Super Powers and save the world from evil forces.
Mr.Z works at a big box hardware store where he is highly knowledgeable, and underutilized. In his spare time he putters, tinkers, caresses to life, parts of his 1920's farm house. He cares, cuts, prunes, and primps the acreage and pear trees he oversees. While he is riding his tractor or remodeling a bathroom his mind flies with concepts for sculptures, kitchen furniture, light fixtures, paintings...most made with reused/recycled materials...it's never ending.
It's this idea that Bob Parr has of saving the world from evil....Mr. Z will bring art into a home...giving that home new life, new energy.
Vibrant.
Resonating through everyone who enters.
You may ask, what are Mr. Z's other Super Powers? I requested someone with an adventurous and passionate spirit in all aspects of their life.
Z has it.
I promise dear reader...a trip to the ice cream shop in Horton, MI ends in an adventure and your beloved one here is giggling uncontrollably with tears streaming down her face.
He brings laughter, food preparation and exploration, long discussions on everything from scriptural stories to cartoon characters, and an almost identical love of music. Plus he is my dancing fool.
Add to all of that...we have been encountering "life". Tough decisions, no hidden agendas, real emotions, full disclosure, rip off the mask, can you look at that and still love me communication...then there is Nan experiencing 90 degree days in a 1920 farm house with no A/C and being pre menopausal. All good stuff. Right!
I apologize for the mushy gushy marshmallow fluffy post here. Yet, one must admit it's been a long time coming. Some have said the sugar sweet happy grin has been impossible to ignore on our faces. Could be.
I know this.
I have never had a moment with Mr. Z since the day I met him where I have not felt emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually....safe...encouraged...engaged...and respected.
In the words of Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl....
Elastigirl: What is this to you? Playtime?
Mr. Incredible: No. Elastigirl: So you can be Mr. Incredible again?
Mr. Incredible: No!
Elastigirl: Then what? What is it?
Mr. Incredible: I'm not...
Elastigirl: Not what?
Mr. Incredible: Not... I'm not strong enough.
Elastigirl: Strong enough? And this will make you stronger?
Mr. Incredible: Yes. No!
Elastigirl: That's what this is? Some sort of work out?
Mr. Incredible: [shouts] I can't lose you again!
[calms down]
Mr. Incredible: I can't. Not again. I'm not s-strong enough.
Elastigirl: [kisses him] If we work together, you won't have to be.
Mr. Incredible: I don't know what will happen...
Elastigirl: Hey, c'mon. We're superheroes.
Mr. Z and Me...We're Superheroes. #happyplace
