My Prince

Continuing our writing challenge for October, and I'd like to share a little bit about my prince.

I have always been his princess, and so he is my prince. He works so hard for our family.
I just love his chocolate brown eyes, and wavy brown hair. And though I tease him about them, I love his short fingers. His hands are perfect.

He is the oldest of 7, and their family is comprised of mostly boys. He has all the firstborn tendencies about protecting and providing and being true to his word.

When I first started falling for him, it wasn't because I was attracted to his looks. I was attracted to him. The  funny things he would say, the deep way he would feel, and his honesty and trustworthiness.

We met over a door. Well, kindof. We were on a mission trip with our church and he and I got assigned to the same team (yay!) so we were at the same location all week. One of the project days he and I were working on sanding down the same door for a house we were working on, and we had a nice chance to just talk. Visit, laugh, learn about each other, all while doing hard work in ministry.

I love that our relationship started with ministry. And while doing hard work.

The hard work has not stopped.

This has been a banner year for home-repair for us! My poor husband has not only had to deal with something constantly being wrong with the house/car/computers, but usually more than one thing at once. (Currently it's the car doing weird things and the garage door being broken.) These have at times displaced us from our home and caused us major inconvenience and stress. But he has kept truckin' through it all, and I love him dearly for it.

I love seeing him father our children. He backs me up when I ask him, and when he doesn't, he explains to me why not. And I typically see his wisdom and agree.

He prays for our family and for our children. And every night, even if he's so tired he's falling asleep between sentences, he reads from the Jesus Storybook Bible and sometimes also the actual Bible verses to our boys. Even when we were in the NICU with our firstborn, he read.

I just really could go on bragging on him all day but I promised to keep things short.
He is my prince.

Writing Challenge

So... I missed the beginning of the month for the 31 day writing challenge, but I'd still like to do it, and the Adrian Monk in me is going to backdate posts til I get caught up.
Sometimes I write deep, sometimes I write candidly, as thoughts enter my mind. There will likely be a mixture of both.

We're supposed to pick a theme to write about for 31 days, starting Oct. 1. I am choosing a rather generic theme "My Life at Home".

I am married, and the mom of two boys, and work from home. I love coffee, Bible study, music, art and working with my hands. You'll get to delve into some of those topics a little deeper with me as we go, but for today we'll stick to a short overview.

I grew up the second oldest in a house with 10 children. My youngest sister was born a couple months before my high-school graduation, and my oldest sister is just 15 months older than I.

I'm no stranger to hard work, though there are days (not unlike this one) where all motivation is squelched by lack of energy. I should have gone to bed earlier last night instead of working on the canning. More on that later. Coffee is in the microwave. It'll probably get warmed up -again- at least three times before I finish the cup. It's not even that big of a cup today.

I love to learn. I think I have a longer bucket list of things I'd like to learn than things I'd like to do. Anything from learning more languages to learning instruments to learning how to make that cool leaf in your coffee.

Oh yeah. My coffee....

I don't have all that great of style. I think I used to, and then I don't rightly know when it happened that I lost it. I just have me-style, and that's gotta be good enough. I do love that free-spirited boho look that's light loose and comfy. My mom says I was born in the wrong decade and should've been a 70s child. She's probably right, except that then I wouldn't have my Ian, and my mom would've probably been my big sister instead of my mom... and a whole lot of other 'excepts'. But back to style. Sometimes what I love and what I actually wear are two very different things- yoga pants just easier some days, you know?

I love about any kind of food. Usually I really really love the sortof ethnic fusion or mashup kinds of meals. Or the pseudo-ethnic versions that Pinterest is full of (and pseudo is completely okay!) but I do love some comfort food now and again, like pot roast, or white bean soup, and yes (of course!) mac-n-cheese.

I will close before this gets too terribly long, but there you go. A little about me that you maybe didn't know before. Let's do this thing! I love the idea of writing for 31 days. I do wish I remembered the two or three more creative topics that I thought of on October 1st (the real one) when I first saw the challenge, but maybe I'll do another one later on?

Now, coffee.