Spell Check

Long time ago before our living for Jesus and married days began, Gene & I decided to move in together. We found a cute apartment complex and made an appointment with the landlord Andy. We spent about a half hour touring 2 apartments and asking Andy lots of questions. When we were done Andy walked us to our car. With much confidence my husband shook Andy's hand and said, "Okay Bruce, we'll let you know once we make a decision." Andy smiled and said, "Okay Gene talk to you soon." I just smiled at Andy as I suddenly looked as if I had spent 10 hours in the sun with no sunscreen and followed Gene's lead, "Bruce, thank you for your time." Somehow we got that apartment and for the next 9 months Andy went by Bruce.





Over the years Bob has been innocently called George while George looked like a Keith to Gene so that's what he called him. I have tried helping him with memory games, but now if someone we know is approaching us I become a ventriloquist and start mumbling their name to my honey as he repeats it "Joe Joe Joe" until he reaches the person and greets them by name.

I am his helper. God told me so. One of my jobs is to make him look good so that the people we know will be called by their birth name.



Well, last night I was looking over some paperwork he was to fill out for the doctor appointment he had this morning. I gasped out loud and then marched myself into our bedroom.



"Gene, what's my name?"

"What?"

"My name, what is it?"

"Lelia."


"How do you spell it?"

Looking confused he said, "L e i l a."

He answered with the same confidence he had the day he called Andy the landlord Bruce. I recognized it immediately.

"No Gene. L e l i a."


He started laughing and buried his head in his pillow.


"Ten years Gene. Ten years of marriage and you've known me for almost twenty years and you don't know how to spell my name???
You know I'm blogging about this."



"Honey wait...it was an honest mistake."


I returned to the kitchen and corrected the spelling error laughing.


Then I noticed it and all laughter ceased.
He not only misspelled his helper from God's name once, but twice ladies! Uno...dos!

I returned to the bedroom. "An honest mistake Gene Chealey is ordering chocolate ice cream when your wife likes vanilla. Misspelling her name twice on one sheet after being with her for almost 20 years...that's just not cool."

I think he called me picky. It's not like I want him to remember my favorite perfume, it's the spelling of my name for goodness sakes!



Oh well, at least he didn't write Mona or Nancy in the blanks. My grace stick probably would have been a lot shorter if he had! Plus I'm thankful that he got my last name correct.

Oh Gene Chealey...gotta love my guy.

Leila hearts Jean.


For Christmas I'm getting him a tattoo so he can be just like Jesus!

Isaiah 49:16

See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.

~Many Blessings~