Join us for Gratituesday at Heavenly Homemakers! Each week Laura at Heavenly Homemakers gives us the opportunity to link up and share what we are grateful for. I thank her for that.
Years ago when I was pregnant with our second son, I wore my wedding rings around my neck because my fingers had swollen. I did not want them to be cut off my hand, nor did I want them away from me. Bad choice. The clasp on the necklace broke and I lost my rings. My brother went out and looked all up and down the street for me, retracing my steps. He was able to find my engagement ring, but not the wedding band. I was heartbroken.
My husband was at basic training for the Army during this time. I hated telling him that I'd lost my ring. Being the good man that he is, he understood. When he came home for Christmas, we went to Walmart. Just outside the store was the bank of gumball machines. One had those braided cloth rings and bracelets. My sweet husband spent twenty five cents and got me one of those rings, which he placed on my finger until we could afford to replace the wedding band. I wore that thing even after I had my new wedding band, and kept it for many years. I think eventually the cloth ring got lost during a move, but it will always be in my heart.
Just a few days ago, my husband found a small thin ponytail holder, just wide enough for a finger. He brought it to me with a smile, remembering the ring he'd bought years ago. Once again, I have a cloth ring on my finger.
Because I haven't felt well enough to take care of things, my husband took it upon himself to get the house back in order, let me me sleep when I need the rest, and he's made sure that I eat healthy meals. I am getting back to good health and can take back my household duties now, and can give him more breaks. I am more blessed than I can ever begin to imagine and I am so thankful he is my husband.
Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts
Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Gratituesday: Grateful for My Husband
My friend Laura, from heavenly homemakers is the creator of Gratituesday. I love her idea to sit back and reflect on something to be grateful for.
When i first awoke this morning i thought I would be counting my blessings here, simply to remind myself I have no reason to be whining about being up at 4 30 in the morning. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to express how grateful I am for my husband.
Jim and I met 22 years ago when a mutual friend invited to worship service. I loved what i saw and heard at this new place, and the people were very friendly. And there was Jim. Are you familiar with wrestling from back in the 80's? There was this character named hillbilly Jim. This Jim looked a lot like him. Not by design, but by comfort. After service i found that Jim had an intriguing sense of humor. i began attending worship service with the church and got to know Jim's family.
Shortly thereafter, Jim asked me out. It didnt take more than a few months for him to propose. And he's been there for me ever since. As a couple married 21 years we've gone through many ups and downs. He's been in the military and is now a civilian again. We've held each other during the loss of one child and a diagnosis of autism with another. Jim has been my rock. When life stresses me out too much, he's there to hold me, run some bath water for me, or send me to take a nap.
He has never really been the flowers and candy and flowery prose type of guy, although i do get flowers and candy on occasion. He's more likely to do the dishes or stay up and clean the house for me now and then. He encourages me to try new things, and patiently listens as I discuss some of the fiction I write. He's right there, cheering me on, coaching me to go ahead and finish it already and see about taking the next step.
In a world where couples don't always stay together, I am truly blessed. We love each other and we make it work. We fight and argue at times but we don't let resentments fester. We talk it out, even if one of us (usually me) doesn't want to be an adult at the moment and listen to the other side.
Thanks for being there in good times and bad, Jim. I love you!
When i first awoke this morning i thought I would be counting my blessings here, simply to remind myself I have no reason to be whining about being up at 4 30 in the morning. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to express how grateful I am for my husband.
Jim and I met 22 years ago when a mutual friend invited to worship service. I loved what i saw and heard at this new place, and the people were very friendly. And there was Jim. Are you familiar with wrestling from back in the 80's? There was this character named hillbilly Jim. This Jim looked a lot like him. Not by design, but by comfort. After service i found that Jim had an intriguing sense of humor. i began attending worship service with the church and got to know Jim's family.
Shortly thereafter, Jim asked me out. It didnt take more than a few months for him to propose. And he's been there for me ever since. As a couple married 21 years we've gone through many ups and downs. He's been in the military and is now a civilian again. We've held each other during the loss of one child and a diagnosis of autism with another. Jim has been my rock. When life stresses me out too much, he's there to hold me, run some bath water for me, or send me to take a nap.
He has never really been the flowers and candy and flowery prose type of guy, although i do get flowers and candy on occasion. He's more likely to do the dishes or stay up and clean the house for me now and then. He encourages me to try new things, and patiently listens as I discuss some of the fiction I write. He's right there, cheering me on, coaching me to go ahead and finish it already and see about taking the next step.
In a world where couples don't always stay together, I am truly blessed. We love each other and we make it work. We fight and argue at times but we don't let resentments fester. We talk it out, even if one of us (usually me) doesn't want to be an adult at the moment and listen to the other side.
Thanks for being there in good times and bad, Jim. I love you!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Life at Home
Here at home life is never really dull. My house is spotless at all times, my husband comes home to warm smiles, a welcome home kiss, and dinner on the table. My son never gives one minute of trouble and is a delight, even in public.
Um, not so much. That's a fantasy, pure and simple. Want to know the truth?
My husband works hard at what he does. He does work at a job that allows me to contact him at almost any time. Which I have done. To let him know just how wonderful life is here at home. Ahem. And when he comes home he's ready (most times) to pitch in and fix dinner if need be or point the direction to the bedroom and say "go take a nap." He's a good Christian man, a good husband and father. I am blessed.
My son is eighteen (18!! How did that happen?). He has autism. He's nonverbal yet is almost never quiet, struggles with some day to day issues yet is very intelligent. He loves music. Any kind -Christian, 70's disco, 80s hair bands, Latin, classical, oldies.
J also has a tendency to fill empty corners and terrorize the cats when he is agitated. He gets upset in large crowds. But he's usually very happy. He likes things to be just so. I'm still trying to figure out why the screen above the baptismal pool at the church building irritates him. Every chance he gets he is off to put that thing away. I would dearly love to get into his head and find out what he's thinking.
And then there's me. House work has never been my strong point. I'm constantly struggling with it. I'd much rather be reading -to myself or to my son, writing, crafting. I am usually the family secretary. I keep up with doctor appointments and try to remember hubby's rotating schedule at work. I work with my son when I can --not so much on academics but on social skills and life skills. He does his best to avoid all that but he will do things for a few minutes at a time. And to help relax, I like playing on Pogo with my friends.
Well, there you have it. A tiny glimpse into life at home. Not perfect by any means, but there are moments when the house is actually the way I want it and nothing is going haywire. I do complain some, mostly to my longsuffering husband, but really, I enjoy my life. I have to go now. Two tomcats are preparing to do battle on my kitchen table, laundry awaits, and J is hungry. Bye for now! : )
Um, not so much. That's a fantasy, pure and simple. Want to know the truth?
My husband works hard at what he does. He does work at a job that allows me to contact him at almost any time. Which I have done. To let him know just how wonderful life is here at home. Ahem. And when he comes home he's ready (most times) to pitch in and fix dinner if need be or point the direction to the bedroom and say "go take a nap." He's a good Christian man, a good husband and father. I am blessed.
My son is eighteen (18!! How did that happen?). He has autism. He's nonverbal yet is almost never quiet, struggles with some day to day issues yet is very intelligent. He loves music. Any kind -Christian, 70's disco, 80s hair bands, Latin, classical, oldies.
J also has a tendency to fill empty corners and terrorize the cats when he is agitated. He gets upset in large crowds. But he's usually very happy. He likes things to be just so. I'm still trying to figure out why the screen above the baptismal pool at the church building irritates him. Every chance he gets he is off to put that thing away. I would dearly love to get into his head and find out what he's thinking.
And then there's me. House work has never been my strong point. I'm constantly struggling with it. I'd much rather be reading -to myself or to my son, writing, crafting. I am usually the family secretary. I keep up with doctor appointments and try to remember hubby's rotating schedule at work. I work with my son when I can --not so much on academics but on social skills and life skills. He does his best to avoid all that but he will do things for a few minutes at a time. And to help relax, I like playing on Pogo with my friends.
Well, there you have it. A tiny glimpse into life at home. Not perfect by any means, but there are moments when the house is actually the way I want it and nothing is going haywire. I do complain some, mostly to my longsuffering husband, but really, I enjoy my life. I have to go now. Two tomcats are preparing to do battle on my kitchen table, laundry awaits, and J is hungry. Bye for now! : )
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