The Hand You’re Holding, Part 2
Mugging for the camera.
One of the first posts I wrote for this blog was called, “In cards and love, it’s all about the hand you’re holding“. It was the first of many posts I’ve written about my wonderful wife. Although, I’ve been a bit remiss in not praising her publicly over the past 6 months or so. We’ve been living life “out on the limb” for the past 6 months, and it has been a challenge on many fronts. Thankfully, our relationship has not been one of those challenges. She makes my life so much easier. I have simply never met a better person.
We’ve spent months with very little income, having to borrow money at times, but allowing ourselves to dream a bit of a future we believe God has in store for us. Though there are still major challenges in the days to come, she never waivers. Her faith builds mine. She does not complain. She does not criticize. She builds me up. Although I have not made the most seamless transition from full-time employment to self-employment, she keeps me looking at the big picture, and reminds me that not a single thing that happens surprises God.
I recently gave her a card that I thought put it absolutely perfectly. It read, “You are the one who… Finds my stuff… loves my quirks… takes my side… knows my stories… gets my jokes… soothes my worries… finishes my sentences… The one who makes all my days better… and makes me a better me.”
Though some would call it “cheesy” or “sappy”, I find it beautiful and wonderful that both of the Valentine’s Day cards we gave each other mentioned the fact that we are best friends. And we are. Although I dream of traveling the world with her, we have yet to take a honeymoon (married 2 and a half years). Although I dream of fixing up the house we share, we were warm (mostly) and dry all winter. The truth is that when the transformer blows and kills our microwave; when a rat dies in the basement, and we don’t know it for a week (when she notes and identifies the odor); when the windows leak both water and cold, cold air; — whatever life may and will bring our way — there is no one I would rather have on my side, and there is no hand I would rather hold to walk through this life.
Little Drops of Nectar 