I love my husband, always have. He reminds me a lot of my Grandpa Myron, whom I always wanted to marry. Last July he switched from a job that was very secure to a job that requires a daily leap of faith. Along with leaping he is also quite the traveler. Being the director of a national ministry requires him to go to events, meet with people, and support the Team. A better wife would probably remember all these things but I sometimes fail to. The travel often irritates me and causes some strife in our lives. The blame for my irrational irritation falls on my pregnancy hormones, which are raging right now.
Chris just returned from Boise, ID where FCA Endurance became an offical bike club with an big cycling organization by holding a bike race/time trial. On Wednesday, Chris leaves for California for the Wildflower Triatholon, one of the biggest in the country, where he will minister to athletes and run as part of a relay. On May 12, Chris is off to KC for FCA meetings.
I am sure you can imagine our conversations when things pop up on his schedule that take him away from home on the days he is in the same state (like an all day expo on Sunday). Friday night we had a hot date sorting through books and college notes in the basement (the nesting has spread to Chris too). During our date he mentioned, "Well you have plans for nap time tomorrow." I had no idea what he was talking about but said, "Oh." Imagining another nesting project.
At 12:15 Saturday I was seated in the waiting room at a massage clinic. The receptionist said, "Was it your husband who scheduled this? He was so cute, he said, 'She really needs this.'" She is right. He is really cute and I really did need it and the fact that he knew that made it all the more relaxing.
I love my husband, not because he bought me something but because even after 8.5 years he romances me.
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