/begin spill
I’m not really sure where to start on this, but I feel compelled to talk about how incredible my wife is.
She consistently supports me when I feel like I’m in over my head. She allows me to lead, and remains respectful in her dissent. She maintains and controls what would other wise be anarchy in the home. She’s an amazing mother, nurturing, and disciplining in equal and proper proportion. Selfless in her service to her family. She seeks to find what it is that brings myself and her children the most joy, and works towards those ends. Her love is a beautiful and humbling thing to behold.
My wife has a bead on me, and is truly my best friend. She challenges me to push beyond what I would normally settle for, and is continually used to temper and humble me. She’s the one person I want to go to bed with, and the one person I want to wake up next to. I can’t imagine being apart from her, or trying to face this world without her.
Do we fight? Yes. Do we always agree? No. Do we both love God and trust him to lead us? Yes. Do we face trials? Yes. Does that matter? Yes.
God knows what he is doing, and he knew what he was doing when he brought us together. It pains me greatly that knowing joy through my wife, and my children, I would so quickly have (and did at times) settled for less growing up. It also makes me realize, this joy pails in comparison to that which I will feel when in the presence of our father.
/end spill