can i tell you

How much I love my wife? I mean seri­ously, I adore her so much more than I could ever explain. Every moment I get to spend with that girl brings so much joy to my soul. I love her fiercely, and I’m thank­ful for a great week­end we just had together. It’s rare these days that we get to hang out for the major­ity of a week­end, and it was glo­ri­ous. I took a pic­ture of her on Fri­day with my phone…she has a flower from our yard tucked in her hair, and she is laugh­ing at me. That pic­ture gen­uinely makes me so happy every time I see it that its ridicu­lous.  I don’t know how many times I’ve pulled out my phone this week­end just to look at it and smile…

Why am I rav­ing about my wife? Two reasons:

1) I’m sick of peo­ple in our cul­ture talk­ing about the old “ball and chain,” mak­ing silly remarks to peo­ple who are get­ting married(“You sure you want to do that?”), and in gen­eral mak­ing mar­riage seem like a funeral dirge. I’m sick of men who talk about their wives like they are a bur­den and not a joy.  I’m sick of a cul­ture of unfaith­ful­ness and divorce, of dis­sat­is­fac­tion with God’s gift of mar­riage. What I have learned over the past year and a half of mar­riage is that, when two peo­ple com­mit to God’s design for liv­ing life and being mar­ried, serv­ing Him and each other–that mar­riage is absolutely incred­i­ble. There’s just no way to really describe it. Every day is lit­er­ally a joy. Sure its hard…you hear that all the time and its true some­times. But its not that hard, when you love and serve each other first, and the joy is worth WAY more than the work it takes. And…

2) I’m leav­ing for Orlando for 5 days tomor­row with the rest of Mid­town staff guys. It’s going to be so much fun, I really can’t wait–but I never enjoy being away from Kristi for that long. I will miss her dearly. For some rea­son, I always thought before I got mar­ried that I would look for­ward to these occa­sional breaks from being together. But the fact is, I don’t. Not at all. I wish I could put her in my suit­case and take her with me. I might just do that…

Wifey, I will miss you dearly this week. Who­ever I wind up shar­ing a bed with this week will only remind me of that fact all the more! And they def­i­nitely won’t smell as good as you=)  Love you babe!