I was thinking about my Bro Onions (and The Shallot) this evening. Seeing the Green Onion tonight and how happy he is (I don’t think dynamite could change his countenance… I blame Schmitty) got it started. He is always starting something.
The Green Onion is almost always happy. Not happy in the superficial sense, but satisfied, or at the very least, he doesn’t sweat the small stuff. He’s been dating a wonderful young woman (Schmitty) and in less than one week after he met her, he went from a goofy goober (terms used affectionately, of course) to a romantic, somewhat sappy, goofy goober. His priorities have changed (Cane’s misses you) but it’s not like the body snatchers have come and left an alien in his place (I still might go to The Shallot’s and look for pods in the garage, but the Green Onion has always seemed a bit alien to me). He’s always been that romantic, sappy guy, but now he just has a chance to show others via Schmitty that he’s that guy.
I would say that I’m surprised to see this side of him, but I’m not. I knew that guy existed, but I like teasing him about all of his sappy-ness anyway. It’s what big sisters do.
If I measured the sappy romanticness of the Green Onion and the Transparent Onion, it would be down to ounces of who is more romantic/sappy. Really. The Transparent Onion is getting married in 58 days. (I’m sure he’s got it counted down to nanoseconds). I can’t wait to be a part of that big day. I’ve said his mantra about three times today, “I’m just gonna give love a chance,” (not really sure why, either!) and I can’t help but think of him and his lovely bride-to-be when I pray about the kind of love story I want to be a part of.
The Sweet Onion will be getting married in 71 days. There’s a lot of craziness swirling around in his life right now, but you know, that guy sits in the eye of the hurricane with God and even when he’s quieter or more comptemplative than usual, I know he’s solid. He’s building testimony right now, and believe me, he’ll tell it to ears that need it one day.
The Opaque Onion is reaping some rewards of being his own boss right now, getting a little rest and downtime after tax season. I often think about how brave he is, and how leaps of faith don’t happen or turn out well with weak legs. He built up his strength through trial and when the time came to leap, he was ready.
Message to the Opaque Onion: Get your face to Houston (the rest of you can come, too). I miss your face.
The Shallot has started a new project with his little boy and whoever wants to be on the crew restoring this Lone Star boat. This is one of the things that I admire about The Shallot: he not only has a bucket list, he’s checking things off on that list.
So tonight, I fall asleep pondering weddings, romantic/sappy-ness, faith, giving love a chance and bucket lists. Always an interesting mix with those Onions (and The Shallot).