My Wife Has a Blog
I asked David a while back if he would do a guest post on the blog. I know most readers are curious about this man that I have chosen to begin again with….well, begin with a big ole jumpstart! This statement will make more sense after you read, but-I waited 30 years for a man like this and, while I have to order the lies in my head that tell me I am not worthy of Him to shut up over and over, I am enjoying every second of being loved the way God intended for a man to love a woman. Many have asked me about his story and I assure you more about him will be coming soon, but I still wanted him to have chance to write something. What he wrote is not at all what I expected, but that is so him. Next time he guest posts, he wants the readers to weigh in on what they want to hear from his perspective. But for now I give you, David’s first guest post:
Hello, my name is David and my wife has a blog. Originally, it started out as something that she thought would be fun and engaging to share with family and friends close to her who always like to see and read how we are doing with our blended family. Before the blog it was short conversations in church, text messages, and posts on social media that gave the answers to many of the same questions she got every day. It wasn’t anyone’s fault at all and Ashley never showed signs of wear. But it occurred to her that chronicling our adventure in a blog could be fun.
At this point in time I have no idea how many posts have been made both on Facebook and on this site, but I can say that her efforts have blossomed into something beyond just telling stories about the fun for those that call her friend and family. At the same time, I can tell you that she has the deepest humility in thinking that her efforts are only touching a very loyal few who know her and therefore, due to that reason, stay connected, informed, and up-to-date with her writing. However, my vantage point is very different.
I watch my wife get up every morning without fail, perhaps not at the exact time every morning as that has more to do with Joey knocking on our door than anything else. But she rolls over, kisses me and tells me she loves me and exits the bed. First stop is the bathroom for the necessities of the body and then off to the coffee pot for more necessity of the body. The children trickle out of their rooms with the “good morning mommies” and she greets them all, all six. Yes, we have seven, but our oldest daughter Grace doesn’t rise without reason. This reason is either Ashley or myself prodding her to get up and begin her day. I rise as well and come into the kitchen. I kiss my beautiful wife and survey if she needs any help to jumpstart the day. Most times very little of me is required. I go get ready for work. Usually I am able to do this with a minimum of interruption or fuss. Occasionally, I hear someone misbehave and I step in to support mommy in her efforts to calm a situation and hear the “I’m sorry” before rushing back to pulling myself together for work.
I come out of our room and stand in front of my wife asking if my choice of clothing is appropriate and if it all matches. Without fail she tells me I look very handsome, which is all I really and selfishly want to hear. I always feel my ears redden just a bit when she says it. She then hands me my lunch, I kiss her and all the children goodbye and I’m out the door. Most of the time I can hear the clamor of all our children behind me as I am making my way down the driveway. Every time thinking to myself she is amazing.
I say all of that so that I can now say this. My wife has a blog, she asked me at one point in time if I would be interested in making a guest post…me! Whatever could she be talking about. My wife who has superhuman abilities wants me to write a post about our blended family. Okay, here is all the advice I have for all the men out there who are looking to be in a blended family. Find a woman named Ashley who is absolutely stunning, has a will of iron, and the heart of a saint and marry her the instant you find her. Then, dedicate yourself to helping in any way she will let you.
Many times my wife has looked at me and says, “I love you, you do so much for us and I love you.” In my mind I cannot make sense of this woman. She must be talking to herself, because I am the lucky one who gets to leave the house five days a week and interact with adults. My wife never leaves the role of mommyhood. True, when I get home and see that Ashley has had a particularly difficult day, I step in and try to calm the hordes and bring some peace to her life. I tell her, “I just want you to be able to get away for a few moments and rest.” She has looked at me so many times and stated, “David, thank you for helping, I want your help, but I don’t want to leave, I love it here.” Again, men, find a woman named Ashley, who is absolutely beautiful inside and out, has an iron will, and the heart of a saint and marry her as quickly as humanly possible.
So from my vantage point, my wife is an amazing woman. In all that she does she thinks of others. Then she sits down to write a blog so that others can feel they are a part of the fun. I of course know, as well as you do, that her love of this family, her story, and her blog are going to impact the world. And I would wager that in some small way, every day, it does just that.
And that ladies and gentlemen is my guest post.