What I Know For Sure

I have been having a hard time drafting any posts of substance lately. The mantra is to “write what you know.” Apparently I know a lot about crap. Literally.

I’ve had a lot of other things on my mind, but they are things that do not need to be discussed here. Nothing is wrong and nothing really even needs fixing. I’ve just been feeling the weight lately of being a Grown Up. Work and Mortgages and Errands and Groceries and Cleaning and just being RESPONSIBLE. It’s the curse of the First Born Type A’s like myself. You cannot help but be responsible but sometimes that responsibility gets wearisome. You dream of throwing all sensibility to the wind and doing something crazy like, I don’t know, going on a trip that you can’t afford. But then you’d be so wracked with guilt that you wouldn’t even enjoy it. So? You trudge along in the trenches.

Maybe trudge isn’t the best word. It makes it sound like I’m all mopey and depressed. Which I’m not. I have many bright moments in my days. Probably more than most. I’ve just been more aware lately of the fact that I’m All Grown Up now. And and MOM.

This knowledge may be a smidgen burdensome at times, but God reminded me yesterday there are other things that I know that far surpass my knowledge of being an Adult with Things To Do. There are some things that I know for sure.

I am married to a man that is my perfect match. PERFECT. We are not perfect people, but we balance each other so, well, perfectly. We talk openly about our relationship and we are both amazed daily at how well-suited we are for each other. We share the same faith, the same values, the same interests (mostly; blogging is incomprehensible to him, but he knows I love it). We are both the First Born Child, the Responsible Ones, with a strong work ethic. We get each other.

And the areas where we are different? We balance each other out.

He is patient, and I am not. I get worked up easily, and he does not. He’s good at all of the house maintenance things…and I’m good at the house keeping things. We work well together. Plus? He’s hot.

I had eight people come to this site yesterday by way of this photo on Google images. EIGHT! If you came here looking for more of his hotness, you may find it. However, HE IS TAKEN. Step off, ladies.

He also has a great sense of humour. Smart! Witty! Funny! We do a lot of this:

Together, we have made the three most amazing children on the planet. Your children are wonderful too, we just love ours more (and think they’re just a *little* more special). No offense. I’m sure you feel the same way about your kids. It’s our right as parents to be a little obnoxious in the pride that we have in our children.

First we have Graham. This kid has more personality in his little toe than most people have in their entire being.

He’s also brilliant. And cute to boot.

Then we have Nathan. He is a Lover. To make his day, all you have to do is ask him for a hug and a kiss. He will bestow his love on anyone who will allow him to.

Also cute. And loves the ladies. I get glimpses of his future teenage self. Moms? Lock up your daughters.

Then we have Miss Emily. Sigh.

She is our last. Our baby. Our girl. I don’t love her more than the boys, but I just love her differently. I have different dreams for her. Dreams of tea parties and playing with dolls and ruffles and flowers and all things pastel.

I have been blessed immeasurably. Some of those blessings are just random bits of goodness bestowed on us by God. The rest of the goodness, I believe, is God blessing the fruits of our labour. It is the resulting hard work that sometimes get me down. The best things in life, however, are worth the work it takes to get them and keep them in the best condition that you can.

Like our marriage. It is the foundation on which this little family of ours is built. We work as hard as we can to make it good and strong and eternal. On that note, I think I’m going to shirk some responsibility this weekend to work on the business of being us. Because we are worth the effort.