Husband/Father of the year.

I want to write a sappy, lovey, sweet status about my amazing husband. When I say status I really mean a novel. So I thought, hey! Blog about him this week. 

We have had a really tough two weeks.  My daughter ended up in the hospital last Thursday night for what they thought was meningitis and they were thinking it was Bacterial more than it was viral. If you don't know the difference between the two all you need to know is that bacterial is EXTREMELY rare. Kids die from it. It was the scariest, most stressful thing I have been through so far with my kids. I say kids because my unborn son could've been affected had she had bacterial. My husband who is not her father was there for her, he got sick on the way because of how scared and nervous he was for her. He loves her like his own. Which is a fantastic reason to brag about him. So, she doesn't have any type of meningitis- thank God. She had an infected lymph node. So, my weekend goes along and Sunday comes. 

I am 35 weeks pregnant right now with our son. Sunday started off with a terrible beginning and it has yet to end. (Though, there may be a light coming soon.) I have had hemrrohids with both kids. With my daughter it was bad but I never needed to be operated on. With our son, I had to have one drained. (Surgery.) very small in house surgery which took all but 30 minutes. It was painful, it was awful, I'd rather give birth every day for a full month than have to go through that agian. For real. So last Tuesday, 6 days ago I had this surgery that was supposed to make it all better. Well I wasn't really feeling much better, the pain wasn't going away. I was either laying in bed, making my child food, or laying in the tub from Wednesday-Sunday. Saturday I couldn't take it anymore and I was seen on Sunday to get a new prescription. My amazing husband, when he was home, got our daughter up out of bed, got her breakfast and took care of her while I stayed in bed to try and recover. He took care of me. Made me food, brought me water, walked with me to the bathroom, and helped me out of bed. (Just a few great things he did.) He earned  father/husband of the year all for taking such good care me and Annabelle. 

Sunday morning we were supposed to go to church and then see a movie. Well, I had to go to the doctor so we had a change in plans. My husband is not a morning person. You know... "morning person" doesn't even begin to not describe my husband. My husband HATES to wake up. No matter what time in the day. It can be 1:30 in the afternoon and he slept for 13 hours and he hates his life and wants to go back to sleep. He is like a teenager all over again. With all this being said he set his alarm for 7:30am to get up and MAKE ME BREAKFAST!!!! I had breakfast in bed because my sweet, amazing husband thought of me. He not only made me breakfast, but he made heart shaped, red velvet pancakes. I love my chef. He then got up and stayed at the urgent care with me for 2.5 hours. We didn't get to spend our day the way we wanted but we got to spend it together. He was there for me when I was afraid of what might happen or what they might tell me. He was there for me and held my hand through it all. I don't think he realizes how much I needed him and how grateful I am to have such an amazing, thoughtful, caring husband. I know, they are supposed to be but I just feel like I hit the jack pot. Especially with everything going on this week.

My husband is my superman, he is my hero, he make me laugh, he is supportive, he is sensitive, and he makes my world go round. Him and Annabelle are the best things that have ever happened to me. I can't wait to add a 3rd person on my list of people that make me get up every morning and live my life! 💜 

- The Happy Wife. 

"I don't feel like it."

   I love being married, when I was younger I wasn't sure if I wanted to get married and have kids, but I knew I wanted to travel the world. Until I watched the movie Cheaper By the Dozen. I don't know why that movie was the kicker for me, it doesn't show parenting to be this amazing thing everyone needs to try, until the end I guess. I don't want a dozen kids. I want half a dozen, 6 kids, I know, I am crazy.

   I have been married to a man who I don't deserve in the slightest for 3 months. I knew I didn't deserve him when we were engaged and the more we are together the more I realize that he made a mistake in marrying me. I can't be all that he wants and needs. I can't give selflessly and put his needs before mine. I am selfish, I want him to get me a glass of water while I lay in bed. I don't want to have to get up, and go get him something. Why? He would do it for me in a heart beat. "I just don't feel like it." That's why I don't want to go get him his whatever he wants.

   A little background on us, we are not your traditional couple. I have a daughter, he has 2 sons outside of our marriage. We got engaged in March of 2014, we found out we were expecting our own child on his birthday, July 10, we planned our wedding for October 2014. I am walking down the isle pregnant?!?!? That wasn't the plan. I wanted to get pregnant on our honeymoon or a couple months after. So, we have extra hoops and bumps to go along with being newlyweds and learning each other and spending the majority of our first year of marriage living with my parents. I would like to say my "I don't feel like it" is because I am 9 months pregnant or I am making up excuses. When he was sick, I would go down and check on him, make sure he had ginger ale, crackers, and offered to make him soup. So, why is it that I "don't feel like" getting him something when is healthy but no problem when he is sick? Needless to say, this has been on my mind the past week and I've been thinking of what I can do to make sure I am the best wife to him as he is the best husband to me.

   Taking a little bit of a step back and evaluating why I do or don't do these things for my husband is a pretty big step for me. For me to be completely honest about myself, if we disagree on something and it's about who is right and who is wrong I have a heard time admitting I am wrong. "Even when I am wrong I am right." I am slow to admit when I am wrong with my husband. I am quick to tell him "told you so." My goal for our marriage right now is for me to be better about doing things for my husband when he asks me for something and taking a step back and thinking "is it really worth an argument to prove I am right about xyz?" Isn't marriage about being right together and not against each other?

- The Learning Wife 

Married My Best Friend

    Saturday, October 4, 2014 I married my best friend. Overall it was fantastic with a few speed bumps that my mom quickly and efficiently handled. She did such a wonderful job! I couldn't be more thankful for my parents on supporting us and loving us! My new husband, well, he is perfect to me! My perfectly imperfect husband. I love him more and more.

      Our relationship definitely feels a lot more different. All in good ways, at least These past two days! :) Our love for each other feels different; stronger, more united. I feel as if nothing can stop or slow us down. How did I get so blessed? What did I do to deserve such a man? Such a wonderful, family leading man. 

- The New Wife 

The Little Things

      I am two days away from marrying the most amazing man in my life. (other than my dad.) Today, he blew up on my because he woke up late and took it out on me. I am shockingly impressed with how I handled the situation. I didn't really blow back up at him like I would have before. I believe that God is working in me to be patient with my husband... in two days. I am going to be spending every single day for the rest of my life with this man; I am going to need all the patience and forgiveness one can give to someone. He came home and apologized and when to cuddle with me, and I accepted the apology and we cuddled. It was amazing what a little separation and an apology could do. I was in awe with this man.
   
      He is not perfect by any means, I know this and he knows this. He is perfectly imperfect in my eyes. Always will be. I will always stand by his side and support him. No matter what. If he does something wrong I will be on his side, he will know how I feel about it but I am choosing to love him and forgive him anyway. He is my best friend. The one person outside my family I can rely on for anything at anytime. 

      Normally, when I get upset about something that was the cause of an action or words spoke by him I shut down and just want to be left alone; until I am ready to talk to him about it. When I need to be calmed I listen to Christian music. It soothes me. It calms me. He knows not to mess with me if I am upset (and he knows this) while I am listening to my music. The other day I got so upset over something (not caused by him) and he said to me "Why don't you calm down and listen to some Christian music." Wow. The only thing I could say back was "I Love You." Just the fact that he thought of something that I do when I am upset and told me to go do it was amazing! I was in awe again and fell in love with him all over again. He is truly a blessing.

- Learning to love my husband. (to be.)

Being Perfect

       We all try to be the perfect mother to our children, perfect wife to our husbands, perfect daughter to our Heavenly Father, and perfect daughter to our parents. The truth is, they aren't looking for perfect. We are. We are trying to be perfect for everyone; when in reality we are trying to be perfect for ourselves. Our kids don't notice that we are running 3 minutes late to the park and that we have a tight schedule. They don't know you burned dinner and that's why you are eating pizza. The every day stresses of being a mother, the perfect mother... In our eyes. 

       God still loves me when I forget to do laundry, he still loves me when I forget to get milk at the store, he still loves me when I snap and lose it and have a "moment." I forget that in all this stress, in all this mess, and trying to be perfect all the time for everyone I am forgetting that I may fail at times, but that doesn't make me a failure. It makes me, me. Human. Like you. 

      Today, I am praying that through all the mess and all the stress that I am able to never forget that God loves me, that I am doing the best I can with what I have. No matter how little or how much. I am important to God, my family, my friends, my child, and my soon to be husband. I have to find my purpose and find the joy in everything I do, every day. Even when it's hard and it seems like it's days away from bedtime. Me time. 

       I have God on my side, he is there to forgive when I fail, love me every step of the way, and lead me to where he wants me to be. 

-Sarah