I mentioned something about my brother tonight, and my man wanted to confirm that he was thinking of the right person by that name. My brother has a farm, so he said, “Farmer ——?” No one had ever referred to him that way, so I confirmed myself by saying, “Brother ——-”. And, just for fun, I then gave his various nicknames from childhood. I then listed who used which names. My man said one of them was mean. I said how it was actually an endearing one and that my brother was fine with it, just like how I was called “Nina” by one sister and “Chickadee” by another.
As I typed my next comment of, “The only thing I would brainstorm about how to put on a license plate one day,” referring to Chickadee, my man said, “K nickname overload”, and I promptly stopped the rolling discussion that was developing in my brain. 😛 He has a fair point – five nicknames in thirty seconds just before bed is a lot to take in. Especially for people whom one doesn’t know all that well. It had me realize how many names we all had for each other, though, and how important each one was to us all, including that we had the right to use them… kind of makes for a really cool bond, now that I’m thinking about it. We didn’t make them on purpose. They just happened. Those are the real nicknames, the precious ones.
Anyway, as my brain went on this new route on its own, I then had a follow-up message of my man sending me a screenshot of an available version of “Chickadee” for a license plate. 😛 He’s just perfect for me, and I love him immensely.
Thank you, God. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2023
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