This blog is a very good representation of my life...lots of unfinished and half-way done projects. My husband and I decided to make a blog...probably because all of the Allan women (which I am now a part of) have a blog. Theirs are much more cutesy than mine, but I have to remind myself that I am a full-time student who has little time to even finish homework because I have rehearsals into the late evenings. On Tuesdays I don't get home until 10 pm and I am basically dancing non-stop from 3-10.
But enough with the complaining. I don't like complainers, and now I'm doing it.
What I really wanted to write about today was just how wonderful my husband is. Today has been overwhelming for me and when I expressed to my husband that I just couldn't take it anymore, he looked down at his wedding ring and said, "Yep, we're still married. The world didn't end." He has said this to me many times over the past 6 months (I get stressed easily) and it always helps me to step back and realize that my life is good. My life is great. I'm married to a wonderful man who will always support me and always love me.
Just this past weekend, Marc went on a hunting trip and I had to stay home in Provo. He knows that it's hard for me to be alone, so you know what he did? Just to show me that he was thinking about me, he had red roses delivered on the day he would be gone. So sweet, and thoughtful. I even took a picture of them and set as the background for my phone as a reminder to remember what matters most--my family.
This is longer than I intended, but it has been therapeutic in a way to write about how blessed I am and to forget about the worries of the day for a few minutes.
What a good husband you have--and his words are so appropriate to help put everyday stresses in perspective. I do that sometimes, too: let little things become big things. I have a friend whose husband thought his cancer was gone--and found out last night it wasn't. Suddenly my little things don't seem so important. Family matters. You're right about that!
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