I'm late this morning as I took something to help me sleep last night. I didn't write...well...I did...but what I wrote was so dark...it wasn't suitable for the site so I tucked it away in my files to go over another day and learn from it.
When I got up...I took the dogs out and fed them their breakfast. I wasn't in the mood to eat and I turned on the television and watched GMA while hand washing wine glasses (crystal ones or else TRUST they would have been in the dishwasher).
Juanita Bynum was on, explaining her situation. They went on and on about her career and actually...the footage they showed was very inspiring as she looks like a talented preacher in that way they use proper tonal quality to get folks stirred up and thinking. Robin Roberts asked her if she felt different about anything she's ever preached regarding lifting your husband up, etc. and she said no and then she went into this PR response of her culture not recognizing signs of abuse for what they are when they start.
Okay...I'm not gonna focus on that because I truly believe so much of that statement is the truth and it would take me all day to write out what I feel.
Moving on...
I'm not a preacher. As yall WELL know. I'm just as inappropriate as the next person at will. I'm good and bad even though I feel my heart is pretty pure when it comes to love and how to love. And I ain't getting up on no pulpit to say this either. Nor have I ever heard Juanita Bynum speak on matters of marriage cuz I'm not one of her followers.
Robby is in Los Angeles at a very important meeting. He's been there since Monday prepping and today is the big day for he and his team. This is VERY important to him. So important that when he was doing his trial runs on his presentation...he decided to go into the office on Sunday and use one of the conference rooms so he could videotape him doing what he does so he could critique himself. Even if I DIDN'T know how important this meeting was for him...that was an indicator big time but I knew...cuz we talk. No...we TALK.
I left the house and went to get him some healthy snacks to pack in his bag for his late night snacking while continuing with his prep work and then...I sat down and wrote him a note, put it inside of a card and sealed it. On the front of it it said...DO NOT OPEN UNTIL WEDNESDAY ON YOUR WAY TO YOUR MEETING!
The note said simply:
Sunday Night!Smooches my love!
I want you to know something…I believe in you. I know that in the marriage lottery I won big time. I have a loving, doting husband who supports everything I do that SHOULD be supported and for that…I am oh, so grateful to God.
I’m so proud of you that you’ve gotten this far with this proposal and I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that you are going to go in there and wow the hell out of them. They will know in no uncertain terms that the single most important factor in getting done what needs to be done will be by having you on the team doing it. I KNOW THIS.
When you walk in that room you are going to be ON. I KNOW THIS. Follow your gut and be yourself. I know this is going to be the first in MANY successful meetings while you’re with _____ and I’ll be right here along for the ride.
I love you. You are wonderful, smart, talented and a visionary. If you want this…IT WILL BE YOURS!
Remember…you are my Robinator…my hero…my life and if you forget...just take off your wedding band and read it on the inscription there.
Loving you is as natural to me as breathing.
Your wife,
Monnie
Again...I ain't no preacher. I ain't nobody you need to be "following" on most stuff. But I tell yall what...if you AIN'T lifting up your man/woman...you need to ask yourself WHY? cuz if you ain't...something is wrong as doing so should be as natural as BREATHING.
My man is going to go into that meeting knowing his biggest champion...the person who knows him best...BELIEVES in him. Added to his solid confidence...all is going to be exactly as it should.
My name is Monica Mingo...and I ain't no Juanita Bynum but I know how to lift up my man. DO YOU?
