The Other Most Important Person

In my last post, I focused on what it is like to be the mom of my cluster of tiny people. Tonight I would like to zoom in on that other most important person to these six little feet.  They truly would not be the outstanding people that they are if it wasn’t for his exceptional involvement in their daily lives.

This week my husband and I are celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary.  When I was praying for the man that God had designed for me, I knew that I wasn’t simply praying for my sake alone; I was also praying for the man who would forever impact the lives of our future children. However, when I was standing in front of a vast crowd of witnesses, looking deep into the soul of my best friend and committing to a lifetime of loving sacrifice, children weren’t really front and center on my brain. Instead, I was thinking about life together, as a couple. I was thinking about what I would do for him and what he was going to do for me. And life together was just as wonderful as we had expected. I lived to serve him, and he lived to serve me.  I thought that my husband was the best guy in the world.

And then a baby came…and then another baby came…and then another baby came…and another baby is coming.  They rocked our world. It seemed like all we did was blink, and it was no longer us and what we wanted to do; it was them and what they needed us to do.  It was nausea, vomiting, exhaustion to the nth degree, endless grocery bills, piles of laundry, falling into bed barely able to keep our eyes open.  And just as quickly I saw my husband with new eyes. I saw him cleaning up my vomit in the shower. I saw him rising early to do my chores and prepare food for me in bed before heading off to work. I saw him forcing himself to stay awake during midnight feedings so that I wouldn’t have to be awake alone. I saw him eager to change diapers, clean up messes, wrestle with toddlers and take over bedtime routine so I could slip away to be by myself.  Each year that passes and each child that comes reveals a deeper layer to this man that I married nearly four years ago.

The week leading up to our wedding was a busy one. There was all the flurry and activity that comes with guests arriving and final touches being put on the upcoming celebrations. It was was weighing heavily on my heart that we weren’t getting much time together so he initiated arriving at my house at 5:30am so that we could have devotions together. Ahhh! Such precious quiet time together. Now, here we are. That same man who led me in a pre-sunrise Bible study the week before we married helps with the potty-training of his son, brushes his toddler daughter’s hair every night and carefully spoon feeds his infant daughter at dinnertime. He brings out the man in his son and the ladies in his daughters.  What chokes me up every time they say his name is the fact that they KNOW he loves them.  There first waking thought is, “Where’s Poppa?” Their play often involves “going to base.” They recognize his ringtone on my phone and rush to bring my phone to me when he calls. He gets squeals out of them that elude my playful abilities, and the stampede to the door when he gets home from work is second to none.

Yes, my children received a heaven-sent father and I KNOW, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that I married the best guy in the world.

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Aloha! This blog is a window into the active mind of a wife, mother, woman and individual. I may be busy every moment of every day, but I still have time to think. Many seasons have blossomed and faded within my life, and this blog has endured through all of them. It is safe to say that my writing has matured because of them. I hope that you will be inspired to think in fresh ways as you read my writing. To Jesus be all the glory.
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