After years of Aaron yammering on and on about how awesome it would be to have a bike, we finally reached the point where him getting one was actually even an option. Besides that one big obstacle-- ME! So the "discussion" continued full force. Finally, I decided to give him a glimmer of hope just to get him to stop trying to convince me. I said to myself, Compromise. That is the solution. Ha. I told him that I would consider the option of him getting a bike only once he got health and life insurance. I really thought I had him here because we own our own business and insurance is a blood sucking vampire of the money world, so I assumed it would be years before we'd get to the point where we could afford it (chop off an arm to save a leg, you know the drill). But what I forgot about my husband is, he is absolutely determined. Looong story short. Aaron figured out that by riding a bike to and from job sites and estimates instead of his car, we would save more than enough to afford life insurance and health insurance for both of us. You see, I really hadn't thought my side of this whole deal through. Because now my husband owns a dual-purpose bike (as always he found a deal he could not refuse, and it's his dream bike to top it off) and here I am back to square one. Fretting like a mad woman. Sure, I'm thrilled we have insurance now, but is it really going to be worth it when he's out there risking his life even more now? He already climbs freakishly high trees with chainsaws, does he really need to add another life threatening activity to his daily life? Everyday that he rides off to work I watch him and first think, Damn he looks good. And then, Will I ever see him again? Aaron likes to think I am overly dramatic. Maybe I am. But like I said before, I have seen what I've seen, and I cannot unsee it.
On a positive note, I am praying a whole lot more.