"What Would You Do Without Her?"
My mom asked me this question (for about the hundredth time) over lunch yesterday. As my teriyaki steak and sushi combo arrived, I was reminded that I would pretty much be a ship at sea without Lisa. To make sure everyone present knew that I was completely on board with that observation (and what IS it with all the naval references...I'm not the one getting phone calls), I offered up the following story:On Friday, I came home from work to a house full of furniture. Lisa and the crew had been working all day to empty the garage back into the house. The TV hadn't been hooked up quite right and I got it working...mostly. The DVD player still wasn't up and running. I put it off until Saturday but even after pulling everything apart I was adrift (there I go again). There were simply too many holes for the three plugs that needed to find a home. As I scratched my head, Lisa said, "Y'know, I took a picture of how everything was plugged in before they took it apart."
There comes a time in every man's life when he can only look at his wife through a sheen of tears and murmur, "I love you."
Naturally, the picture showed where the plugs went and it worked, first time. The house is mostly back to normal, new and improved even. Tonight, for Valentine's Day, we are eating IN. We'll cook up some chicken tacos together and sit on the couch and watch a movie. It may be the exact opposite of what couples are "supposed to do" today, but we can't wait.
Lisa has done things like this more times than I can count. She plans ahead, cuts coupons, puts her family first, works way more hours than me, and possesses wisdom and grace far beyond MY years. She is an incredible mom, an amazing wife, a caring daughter and sister, and a great friend. And she even likes baseball. When God put her in my life, He rewarded me far more than I deserved.
I love you, baby. Happy Valentine's Day. What would I do without you?
posted by Thurman8er @ 7:54 AM
3 Comments:
All of us guys would simply be destroyer escorts without our “flagship wives” steering our “marriage convoys” in the right direction. How was that for Navy jargon?
When my sweet wife and I first married, I was (many moons, pounds, years, and hairs ago) playing sports (city league / church league basketball and softball) year round. My wife came from a very non-sports family. Motivated by her love for me, it didn’t take her long to learn the differences between an offensive and defensive rebound, and an at-bat vs. a sacrifice.
Good post my math brother and thank you God for our wives.
That was really mushy.
Anyone else feeling a little seasick? Or is that lovesick stevie wevie?
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