Last night Bart and I laid in bed, on our stomachs with the window shade up…just staring at the falling snow. It was the snow globe kind, the snow that is thick and swirly but still magical and light. We didn’t talk continuously but every once in awhile we’d share a thought. We were getting excited to watch the people in the restaurant next door wipe their cars off with snow…not sure why we thought that would be an interesting thing to watch- it kinda wasn’t.
Then after at least a half hour, Bart lamented that he had to leave early in the morning and should probably go clean the snow off now, instead of wait until 6am. The snow was lightening up and was scheduled to stop that hour…so I offered to help him. Already dressed in our pjs, we both put on bathrobes (both mine actually- my man is a trooper and might just dislike that I wrote about this) and headed outside for a quick freezing car clean up.
I really love my husband. I love that we can be kids together- staring at the snow globe world outside- laughing as we run up the stairs in our robes…yet two hours earlier he had suggested we pray together- and we did.
Yesterday the pastor tied in some stories about his first years of marriage and how a husband should lead…or rather, he was coming from the angle of shouldn’t with his personal experiences. But all I could do was smile- because my husband is such an amazing leader. He doesn’t nag or preach, pull or beg… he is kind and gentle and encouraging. He knows we are in this together; that we’re a team. If he points out all my faults all the time, half the team would be dying in a pile. Of course, we fault find at times- don’t get me wrong, but that is not the norm. Bart has created a warmth in our home, in our marriage, in our family. He relies on Jesus, he trusts in Jesus and he trusts me.
I find myself thinking pretty often, that I really got lucky. He would rather me say blessed. How the heck did I get to marry this wonderful man? The other day, when he flew through the door in his wetsuit, still wet from surfing, with a huge smile on his wind-blown face…that was one of those moments. I get to be married to him. Forever. Or when I saw him laying on the kitchen floor with Josiah, laughing hysterically and then fake sleeping…I think that thought. I am blessed.
Oh, the list could go on and on. I love my best friend. I miss you when you’re gone.
smiles and tears
to make this post more mushy…you are the best wife and best friend a guy could ask for. I love you more and more each day. I am so grateful for you and for your amazingly unique relationship with Jesus that pushes me towards His heart on a daily basis. Thanks for being you K. I love you just the way He made you!