God told him to marry me

Indeed he does. He loves us all too. Cruddy, snarky, bossy me, the 2 big kids, their spouses and all these 8 babies. He will tell anyone who asks that God told him to marry me. That he knew in his heart that we were to be part of something bigger than just 2 people who liked hanging out together and had that physical thing happening.

Recently I realized just how much he loves us all. The last 10 years have been busy. Marries a gal w/ 2 teens, and then every year following a new baby or two arrives. He never bats an eye. He never says no when Social Services calls with another. He believes so deeply in his heart that we are called to this mission. He would no more say no a child than Jim Elliot would have refused to go to that fateful jungle.

A man with a mission.

Lately b/c of life’s circumstance we began to disconnect.

The D word is not an option.

We are old. We have more baggage that LAX’s lost baggage claim. We are bull headed, and just stupid enough to have lost some very precious time to the horrible lust to be right and to win. We made a covenant at that moment. All the crud and any misery of the last 10 years is now lost and forgotten. The beautiful and joy filled memories will remain. The D word is not an option. He will encourage me, be less critical. I will be softer and quieter and more careful with his heart , we will both give each other much more grace. In that moment we began our marriage all over again.

Yes, he loves me, he is nuts about his babies. He is the kind of Daddy that stays up until 3am to finish the Visible Horse Model for his boy’s (who bit off more than he could chew) Science Fair project. The kind of husband that calls on his 2 breaks and his lunch to see how we are and to say he loves us. I count on those calls. He says he needs to touch base to get through his own stressful day. I am blessed. I do not deserve this man. Fortunately for me, this is a marriage made in heaven not created by man.