Happy Anniversary, Honey!
That title makes absolutely no sense.
Today I was thinking. Dangerous, I know.
You know how some people will say “people change”? You know, like as if to say, Well he used to be a real butt-face (sorry Mamaw!) but you know, people change, man.
And then other people will say that people never change. Like when someone says, Once a cheater, always a cheater, people never change, man.
But today I was thinking about how much I’ve changed throughout my life. I was born in a small town, was a little dirtball-heathen growing up. I was shy and quiet and awkward around people that I didn’t know well (still am). Jesus saved me when I was 8. I can still remember what I wore under my white robe when I was baptized. A blue sweatshirt with a puppy and a kitten on it that said, “Best Friends”. It was my most favorite article of clothing at the time and I’m pretty sure I wore it until it disintegrated.
Then I became sports obsessed in junior high and high school, I think I might have been slightly boy-crazy somewhere in there too.
Married right after high school. Divorced a year and a half later. Turned into a rowdy, tattooed rebel in my twenties. Met Brian on the ball field, got married, became a mom, and finally heard Jesus’ voice calling me back to Him after I’d been blocking it out for years. Now I’m all settled into my life as wife and mother and it feels real good.
I think back to when I was a little girl and I used to tell everyone that I was NEVER. NEVAH EVAH. going to have kids. EVER. And then I met Brian and we got married and I couldn’t wait to have me some brats running around. That was a change that I never saw coming. Seriously. It was like I suddenly realized that I loved another person so much that I actually wanted to go through that dreaded pregnancy thing and actually spit out some yard apes.
I think back about my wild party days, (or should I say daze?) and how I really thought that I was invincible and that bad things only happen to other people, so why bother with worrying about my safety or the safety of others? And that I didn’t really need Jesus like I thought I did when I was 8. And I will tell you now, that I can remember the exact moment that I felt the urgent need to RUN, not walk, as fast as I could back to Him, because without Him I was nothing but a dead woman walking, and that was the very second that I first looked at my precious daughter’s face. All those years of ignoring His voice, I thought I had finally blocked it out completely, but there it was loud and clear, calling to me, just like always. That was definitely a huge change in my life. And looking back now, I know that it was God’s mercy that kept me safe from harm all those years.
And even now, I still struggle with my sin and with the fact that someone so undeserving of His mercy and grace and patience and love can actually receive it. And that’s why I say that people change, but they also don’t, because deep down inside of me is that shy little dirty-heathen girl who feels unworthy and uncertain at times, buried under all the layers of me, but still in there.
And on a lighter note, this is totally unrelated, but Katie just walked up and kissed me and she had put some Vick’s Vapo-Rub under her nose because she’s all stuffy and it got on my lip and my lip is now on fire. 🙂 Goodnight, friends.
Are you one of those wives who can sit down with your hubby and whisper sweet nothings while big red hearts shine in your eyes?
I’m not. I’m probably the most unromantic, un-mushy wife there ever was.
I love my husband and all, but I just don’t have that gene, I guess. You know the one that allows you to say things like “Oh honey, you are so strong! Thank you for opening that jar of pickles for me using your massive biceps!” or “Oh sweetie, thank you for washing my car! You’re so thoughtful and you looked so handsome while washing it!”
I don’t like mushy cards. At all. I much prefer humor. My husband is about the exact opposite. He is a very mushy guy. Without fail, for every occasion, I will get the sweetest, most sentimental card available to him to purchase. And without fail, from me, he will get the most hilarious card that I can find.
I apologize to him a lot for my un-mushiness. I want to be, but I just can’t. I try to imagine myself saying things like “Dearest, you are so wonderful. I just love you so much and am so glad that we are going to spend the rest of our lives together in wedded bliss.” and I start laughing! That’s terrible, right?
However, he knows I’m like this. He’s known it from the very beginning. He knows that if I say “Hey! Thanks for washing my car, it looks awesome!” that it really is just my way of saying “Oh darling! You’ve washed my automobile and I am forever grateful!” Ha.
He also knows that if he really wants to impress me, he should always opt for something like a game of ping pong or board games or Horse over at the basketball courts over perfume or jewelry or taking me out to a fancy restaurant. Maybe I will never grow up and want all of those mature scenarios for our marriage…I don’t know, but I kind of hope that I never get to the point of preferring some material thing over having fun.
And to his credit, he still loves me and continues to tell me so every day, even though I’ve never been good at the mushy stuff. He’ll always buy me those mushy cards and write mushy things inside them. And I’ll keep buying him funny cards and writing jokes inside of them and the cycle will continue until we die, I guess. But that’s our thing.
I once forgot to get him a card. I was busy with the girls all day and had been to the vet with one of the dogs. Long story short, I just forgot all about getting him a card. I ended up running up to the Dollar Store at the last minute and of course, they had nothing even remotely funny. I ended up buying him a serious card. And it was awful. I think it had like a mallard and a pond on the front. I don’t even remember what it said on the inside, but it was not anywhere close to anything I would ever buy for him. I remember that he looked at it. Then he looked at me. Then he looked at it again. (I think he honestly thought it was some sort of joke and that the card was going to explode in his hands or something.) And he never said a word to me about the card, although I know that he had figured out that I’d bought it at the last minute. He thanked me and kissed me and told me he loved it, just like he would have if it had been one of my usual cards.
That is a good memory. Thank you, honey, for being so sweet when I didn’t really deserve it.
And that’s about as mushy as I get people! Good day!
I love Susan Branch. I have her Summer and Autumn books and love them and use the crap out of them. They are filled with great recipes and ideas for getting the most out of the seasons.
Now with Valentine’s Day on the horizon, I’m pining for this book:
I don’t know if I’ll be able to get my hands on it before Valentine’s Day or not, but I’m sure gonna try. I always make Brian a romantic meal for Valentine’s Day, so I’d love to be able to see what kind of menus she has in there. You can check out all the details on the book here.
Each year there is one day that is full of lots of tension in our house.
The IU / Kentucky game.
I don’t know how I ended up married to a Kentucky basketball fan. The only thing I can say in my defense is that love is blind.
We are sitting here in the first few minutes of the game and you can cut the tension with a knife. We sit across the room from each other cheering our teams on and shooting dirty looks at each other. Every time someone scores one of us will go over the top with cheering and celebrating at the other’s expense.
It will be a long shot for us to win, but they are looking good so far and have the lead.
And let me just say that if by some miracle, we do win…well, Brian may have to move out for a few days because I will make his life miserable!!!!!!
Brian & I are celebrating our 9 year anniversary today. Sometimes it seems longer than that and sometimes I find myself wondering where the time has gone so quickly. Where did the 2 young people who lived only to play softball go? That cracks me up when I think about it. I can remember times when we actually said to each other “We’ll play til we die! We’ll never give this up. We’ll always travel around like this and play in tournaments every where. We will play ball until we die!” Ha!! And we really believed that too. It’s so funny to me now. I can’t imagine doing that anymore.
I don’t know if there’s any such thing as wedded bliss past the first year of marriage. Maybe for some lucky fairytale people, perhaps. But one thing that I have learned so far is that marriage really does get better as time passes. We’ve had lots of struggles and hard times and even a few times of uncertainty, but there is something to be said about sticking it out together and learning from each other as the years pass. It is not a fairy tale, but it is something better than that because it is real life. And let’s face it, life sucks sometimes. If you can manage to keep your marriage intact through all of the crap that life deals at times, then you are doing pretty good in my book.
God has blessed us with 2 beautiful girls. Raising a family together creates a bond that makes all of those previous times of uncertainty and hardship so worth it. I look forward to seeing how our family grows together as our life continues.
Happy anniversary, Honey! Softball or die! 🙂
My twin niece and nephew turned 10 last week. It’s hard to believe that they are 10 years old!! Where does the time go???
Oh look! Over there with Hannah! It’s Nancy & Susie! See, I told you that wherever you find one, the other will surely not be far away…
They had a water-themed party at mom & dad’s. And they all had a great time.
Even the adults got in on the action. Me & the BFF had a water fight. Which she totally started. And then somehow she recruited the Spinster in to the action. I got the twins water guns that shoot the water out like machine guns, so we had a lot of fun with those. I think that this picture clearly shows that I was victorious in the water fight. 😉
And last but not least, last Saturday, Brian and I had a date night. It’s probably been about 2 years since we’ve done that. But we had a really nice time. We went to eat at Bucca Di Beppo’s, then walked around the Greenwood mall, then went to DQ and got some ice cream. It was fun! We both look a tad too excited about date night, don’t you think? I mean, it looks more like we just won the Publisher’s Clearing House sweepstakes or something! 🙂
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