Ending my November gratitude, of course, I'm terribly grateful for my husband, Scott, and to God for carefully holding us together in all the most difficult and intense moments and seasons in our marriage.
This man, that I have given the nick-name Superman, who comes home every night, puts his cape on and cooks, baths the kids and takes a huge relief off of me at the end of the day. We are both working, nonetheless, but sometimes I'd rather clean the kitchen than have to listen to another whine from either kiddo..if you catch my drift!
He is quiet, most people cannot read him, always with a poker face. I have come to know he's usually putting together some molecular structure in his head. Often, he'll ask for a pen at random places, to write something down.
He takes his job as a father, and husband very seriously. Can be brutal on himself at times..and, of course, I have been (towards myself),too. With these kiddos, and the range of days from good to bad, to mediocre..it hits us sometimes that we have had it harder than most have had with Evan as a first child, and grappling with the streamlined thought that it is incredibly unfair sometimes. It can make both our heads spin so much, we can't seem to find a place for our emotions to go.
He reads all my silly blogs, as awfuly written as they are. Sometimes, reading them twice, to catch what my heart is trying to say...because, I am a run-on sentence sometimes..sometimes all the time!! Yet, encourages me to just write and speak from my heart and don't worry about the rest.
His respect is not given to too many people who do not value me or our kids. Very much a Mr. Darcy in those respects. It can be from family, friends..strangers..if you don't do the appropriate things in valuing my conversation, or my heart, or the kiddos for being, well "kids", he will take it very personally. You may not ever know it..but, I will get an earful about things said that aren't in my favor, by another.
Now, please don't think he, or I have a magic formula for this. We are sloppy and messy at most of the things we do. We have probably gotten things wrong so much in our marriage and parenting, we have no way but "up" at this point. Don't think I give him praise, just out of being nice or wanting an extra special "Christmas gift". In fact, we haven't given each other a gift for holidays in several years. It feels too forced and we don't find it as necessary as some. Honestly, I'd prefer him cook a darn good meal for me every night! Sadly, it doesn't take much to appease me!!
I am a happy gal that he values my conversation and opinion at times..melts my heart!!
So, there you have it..roll your eyes and just get it over with already..lol!!
This man, that I have given the nick-name Superman, who comes home every night, puts his cape on and cooks, baths the kids and takes a huge relief off of me at the end of the day. We are both working, nonetheless, but sometimes I'd rather clean the kitchen than have to listen to another whine from either kiddo..if you catch my drift!
He is quiet, most people cannot read him, always with a poker face. I have come to know he's usually putting together some molecular structure in his head. Often, he'll ask for a pen at random places, to write something down.
He takes his job as a father, and husband very seriously. Can be brutal on himself at times..and, of course, I have been (towards myself),too. With these kiddos, and the range of days from good to bad, to mediocre..it hits us sometimes that we have had it harder than most have had with Evan as a first child, and grappling with the streamlined thought that it is incredibly unfair sometimes. It can make both our heads spin so much, we can't seem to find a place for our emotions to go.
He reads all my silly blogs, as awfuly written as they are. Sometimes, reading them twice, to catch what my heart is trying to say...because, I am a run-on sentence sometimes..sometimes all the time!! Yet, encourages me to just write and speak from my heart and don't worry about the rest.
His respect is not given to too many people who do not value me or our kids. Very much a Mr. Darcy in those respects. It can be from family, friends..strangers..if you don't do the appropriate things in valuing my conversation, or my heart, or the kiddos for being, well "kids", he will take it very personally. You may not ever know it..but, I will get an earful about things said that aren't in my favor, by another.
Now, please don't think he, or I have a magic formula for this. We are sloppy and messy at most of the things we do. We have probably gotten things wrong so much in our marriage and parenting, we have no way but "up" at this point. Don't think I give him praise, just out of being nice or wanting an extra special "Christmas gift". In fact, we haven't given each other a gift for holidays in several years. It feels too forced and we don't find it as necessary as some. Honestly, I'd prefer him cook a darn good meal for me every night! Sadly, it doesn't take much to appease me!!
I am a happy gal that he values my conversation and opinion at times..melts my heart!!
So, there you have it..roll your eyes and just get it over with already..lol!!
I love this. You definitely have a superman and a great cook, too! I hope the two of you have a joyous Christmas season with a little less stress than usual. That is my wish for you.
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