My sweetie was a wascally wabbit when he was a young one. Oh sometimes the stories he tells me about things he did make me glad we haven't had a son yet . There are two stories that stick out in my mind. The first one is when he was in young elementary school. I'm not sure his age but his little brother was a toddler. Eric was outside with a bow & arrow and shot his arrow straight up into the sky, and as if time stood still, he knew it was a bad decision. He looked over at that moment and saw his step-dad looking out at what he was doing and then looked over to see his arrow plummet to the earth barely gracing his baby brother walking innocently out there on the lawn. Oh, need I say how angry his step-dad was? Eric says he used to have to pick his own spanking stick out and he learned not to pick the "safe" looking ones as dad could always find a better one. But, the good news is everyone was okay and now we can "laugh" about it. Plus that little boy with the bow and arrow turned out to be a wonderful hunter who appreciates God's design in nature and that he can provide venison to his family!

The second story is when he was probably not much older than that first incident, he shot out the yard light with a sling shot. Now let me tell you, they lived in the middle of nowhere down a long, winding, and hilly dirt road. There was no light at night but from the moon & stars. He says the night after he did that he remembers overhearing his parents talking in the living room while he was laying in bed, IN THE DARK (lol). They were remarking how dark it seemed that night. I'm sure he lay there snickering and knowing no one would ever know. No one would know until it was too late to spank him of course. Now that he's an adult we all laugh about that one too.

Oh I can imagine the mischief him and his siblings must have got into. I appreciate his sense of adventure! There was another time where I thought we were going to die. We weren't even close to danger but me and my panick ridden anxiety laden self couldn't help but lose control. We had taken his little old 4-cylinder Ford Ranger to a little old lake in the middle of nowhere. One of his brothers was with us. After a wonderful, relaxing time of fishing on the lake he had backed tried to back his truck down to the lake so we could easily put the aluminum boat back in the bed. Well, being dusk and a slippery muddy two-track down to the lake, Eric backed over a very large tree trunk that was laying on the path. We were stuck! No way to get back over or to move the tree.

This brings us to where I thought we were going to die. What about that situation makes one think death? Now I laugh at myself. Eric was laughing at me then, along with his brother. But we ended up rocking the truck back over the log and you cannot imagine the relief I felt. I probably shook and trembled the rest of the night from the adrenaline that went through my body.

But all that to say, I thank Jesus for the differences in us that bring us together! Thank you Lord for giving me a laid back, relaxed husband who can calm me when I'm ridden with anxiety! My husband truly helps me to be a better person and I love him all the more for it!