three years a wife

  
Three years ago I began my married life.  I became someone’s wife. What a moment in time that was. 

Being my husbands wife I’ve;

  • learnt patience of a different kind.  A patience in knowing that I don’t always have to be right, even when I am, sometimes that’s not the point.
  • learnt that my cooking is so much more to my husband than the food on the plate.  That he sees my feeding him as feeding him love. That he craves love in the form of actions, not words like I do. (Or he’s just hungry all the time 😉)
  • seen how talking can solve things so much faster than opting for my comfort of the silent treatment. 
  • learnt that I have to tell him what I’m thinking or when I’m upset because he can’t read my mind.
  • learnt how tolerant he is, especially with all the body, poop and what foods hate me talks
  • found out that we are both big dorks who can’t stop trying to impress each other with our silliness and jokes.
  • loved staring at him while he’s going to sleep, because it happens so darn fast it’s incredible(and, stalker)….and then getting irritated moments later because he makes a weird popping noise (patience!)
  • realised the incredible blessing to this earth that is marriage 
  • seen first hand the kindness of my husband and am so grateful for his heart.
  • married a man who loves God and honours his wife through His truths. 
  • married a man who led his wife to the forgiving love of Christ.
  • got a man who is strong in his self and his own convictions and would stand by God, his wife and his family till the ends of the earth.  

Most of all,  I’ve enjoyed love. The feeling of having that person who just gets you beyond every unreasonable mood, worry, craving, sad thought or ecstatic silliness – it’s just love in its simplest form and I love being somebodies wife!

Alright, mega corny session over! 😉


just another reason

Well we are back home from a 4 day trip with family – reuniting with those we haven’t spent time with for a long time – all 44 adults, 9 kids and 4 babies of us! 

One thing that just makes my heart so happy is the little things that love keeps showing me!

Our last day yesterday I wake up early and spontaneously think I want to go watch the sunrise over the beach where we were staying.

I gently wake my husband up and he doesn’t ask what time it is or whinges, he just rolls over and says “yeah sure”. And off we go!

He is always patient with my whims, understanding through his tiredness and loving to me like I still can’t believe. 

Just another reason why I keep falling in love with my husband more and more every day!