Well....I'm sitting here watching my AP kiddos try and rack their brains to pass this English Literature exam. Boring from my side of the table, and I'm glad I'm not them!!

That said, I was thinking about my sweet husband this morning and I thought I'd brag about him for just a bit (yes, we're still honeymoonin'..and I hope we are in 10 years..20 years..50 years!) :)

We've been married a little over a month and pretty much every day he does or says something that makes me drop my jaw and wonder what I did to deserve such a wonderful husband. He affirms me several times every day about how beautiful, smart, talented, and hardworking I am (I've said it before and I'll say it again---there are days that I know I screwed up. I know there are times that I look like junk. I have imperfections and things about me and my body that I want to change--but he looks in my eyes, looks me up and down, or inspects what I've just cooked, and somehow sees beyond all that and tells me I'm incredible. Somedays it just makes me want to cry.)

If you've known me for more than about 12 minutes you know I'm not a good housekeeper. One of the things he mentioned to me before we got married (not a request, but rather a passing statement) was that he loved having the bed made up. I'm not a bed maker...but it makes him happy, so I've made an honest effort to build this into my daily routine. If he's still asleep when I leave for work in the morning, I make it when I get home. If he has to get up for a job at the same time I do, he ALWAYS helps me make the bed. The last couple of weeks have been crazy for me at work with testing and stuff, and I have come home on more than one occasion to a bed that's already made and tidied. That, to me, is huge--I consider housework a woman's job..nay, privilege--and when he takes care of something like that for me, it tells me he loves me(yes, I'm about as anti-feminist as they come--but I cannot wait for the day when this is my full time job--it's what I believe we as women were created to do and I love doing things around the house and for my husband that make him feel taken care of.)

Last Friday Casey walked into my office at work with lunch because he knew I hadn't had time to stop and eat. He handed me a bag, and said, "I know you've been a busy bee this week...so I got you something." I opened it up to the little figurine below. He then pulled a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back and said (rather sheepishly), "I got these for ya too..." I seriously almost cried.

Yesterday was beyond stressful (not sure why it hit all at once..maybe it was the hormones, maybe it was the lack of sleep (about 5 hours the night before), or maybe it was the fact that I literally had to be two places at once and couldn't figure out how to make it happen)..I had to be at work by 7; I stayed there till 4:30, went to the apartment with Casey to pack some things, went to church to help Caleb with math, stayed at church for revival until 10 (downstairs in the nursery, no less), went home to take a shower and lie down until Casey got back from the store. Needless to say I was beyond exhausted by the time I got back to my humble abode! :) When I walked in the kitchen at home I found this note:

I walked into our bedroom and saw a made up bed (that I had nothing to do with!)...what a nice treat! I got a shower and laid down until Casey came in, then got up to help him put up groceries. I tried to make him something to eat, and he told me to go lie down. I'm stubborn. This is another fact that you know about me if..well, you've ever come in contact with me for more than 8 minutes! Casey went to change into his PJs and I kept doing what I was doing. He came back out with a trash can from the bedroom he was emptying, looked at me, and said, "you're not obeying." That may seem harsh or belittling to some, but holy cow. I begged God my whole life that He would send me a spouse who would be firm enough to overcome my independent spirit, anbd Casey does just that when he feels it's in my best interest. That doesn't make me feel controlled, it makes me feel loved. I went to lie down and he came in a few minutes later, before he ate his dinner, so we could pray together and I could go ahead and go to sleep.

What a sweet man. What a blessed life I have. What an incredible God I serve that He knows exactly who and what I need and provides it every time!!! :)