Maybe better titled: Ode to a Faithful God, Who’s Placed His Finger On My Husband
Seven years ago today Nate and I gathered the masses to watch us say “I do.” That felt like eons ago. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into as we giddily pranced through vows that have since carried the weight of commitment.
We’re waiting on some more definitive information before we officially update the blog. In the meantime, I’ll dote on my man… who seven years ago today said “yes” to the biggest roller-coaster of his life when he agreed to walk through life with me. (Little did he know … 🙂 ).
I can honestly say that the past 9 months of our marriage, although fraught with challenges, have been the richest yet. And I can’t help but look at Nate and thank God for the strength, yet vulnerability, that I see emanating from his life. He’s been under the thumb of God, which at times is excruciating. But he was willing. He’s said “yes” to the refining hand of God. And he’s grabbed my had in the midst of it and said we’re going to dance with joy through this.
What does all this have to do with adoption, you ask? Well the fruit of the waiting is evidenced in many places, our marriage being one of them.
So (shifting tone) I honor him with one of the highest honors a man could ask for. A Haiku. Yes, I said haiku. The fullest expression of love packed into 17 little syllables.
And — if you’re lucky — I might just pull out my recorder and put some music to this masterpiece.
Dreams of being a warrior
Stinky when sweaty
Tender yet daring
Will grab the bull by its horns
No social filter
One who knows mercy
Never alone in a crowd
Likes to make piles
I think I’ve found a new hobby. Possibly a profession. Maybe I could write haikus to orphans as my mom-in-waiting contribution.
To close this little diddy, here are some shots of my man during and after his stellar race debut this weekend at the Virginia Beach half-marathon.