Baby steps.
One of my "areas of opportunity" as it is called in corporate speak is the ability to be patient. There have been times I wanted to act on my instincts when Matt has stopped me. I would look at him, eager to get to the next step thinking we were ready. I would look at my best friend since childhood who would tell me those words. It was one of the reasons he took the CEO title. He had an eye to be able to tell when to act and when to hold back. He always pointed out to people how I was the methodical one, yet he was the one who had that timing thing down. He just knew when to act.
It was demonstrated more recently when he mentioned me putting a ring on Marcie's finger before New Year's. Even though we had only been a couple for a small amount of time, he mentioned it and set the wheels in motion for me to propose officially on New Year's. I would have done it eventually; I was already thinking about it to be honest. Matt dropping the hint spurred me to action. It was that same timing that Marcie seemed to share when it came to more recently with my leg.
We were in the doctor's office again. There were x-rays and the doctor walked in with them in hand to show me that the bone was healed. I was ecstatic before the doctor mentioned physical therapy. I could feel my pride take a shot when he said that. Marcie had my hand in hers as he explained that I had to be patient and allow the body to get used to it. I nodded my head, seething a little because of my desire not to be helpless. Marcie drove me home; the music playing was of little comfort until I heard my phone ring. I looked at the display and saw Matt's number. I answered, not knowing what to respect.
"How did the doctor visit go?"
"The bone is healed, but he said I needed physical therapy."
"That's great news, Bro."
"Why?"
I could hear Matt pausing on the other end.
"Do you think you could have Marcie drive you to my place?"
I looked at Marcie.
"Can we go to Matt's house? Matt's asking."
"I would love to see the baby. Of course."
I went back to my phone.
"We're coming over. Is everything alright?"
"Everything is fine. I'll see you when you get here."
Matt hung up and I was curious.
'Any idea what's going on?" Marcie asked.
"I have no idea. Are you okay with going over there? It's kind of last minute."
"Of course, Sweetheart. It is just going to delay what I was going to do to you when we got home," she answered before she looked at me and winked.
In my mind at that point, I was silently cursing Matt. That wink was one of Marcie's tells that she was up to something. It was a half hour drive to Matt's place. We arrived at the gate and Marcie put in a code. We then pulled up to the front door. Marcie walked around and opened the back door to get my crutches before she opened mine. As I made it to my feet, her arms went around my neck. I looked into her eyes and smiled before she kissed me on the lips. She then looked me in the eyes again.
