Dear Diary,
Here I am, newly married and quite possibly the
luckiest and happiest woman on the face of the planet. It is a little
amazing to say such that since I am sick with a stiff neck, headache
and nighttime fevers and I have to work thirty-three hours this week
starting tomorrow. Would you like to know the source of my joy? It is
a good God, a beautiful creation, the dirt in my fingers, and above all
of those things is my husband. Yes, I credit my good husband to my
wonderful God and Creator. For only He could have created a being
capable of being like Brian is.
Today we went to church.
Church
was good. Prayer was good. Worship was good. Sermon was good. All
was encouraging, exhorting, renewing. Except that I felt like I was
crawling around on the bottom of a river, so heavy and tired and sore
did I feel. My husband was there the whole time, letting me lean on
him and occasionally turning his endlessly deep warm eyes on me to ask
with concern if I was all right. Mm-hmm, I would say, feeling cared
for and safe regardless of the river as it seemed around me.
So
the day has continued, but you know what? I had a whim, a desire, a
fancy to have a little garden. It would require a lot of work and
sweat and probably blisters and dirtyness….. but my wonderful dad and
my amazing husband stepped up and offered to do it for me!!! My wish –
a raised bed 6’x2 1/2′ x 12" behind the apartment filled with good
dirt. And now my dear diary, it is 6:37 pm and I have it! There is a
beautiful garden bed behind the apartment, filled with rich black soil
and my tomato plant and little raspberry plants (which my dad gave me
as he began pruning his own – so glad he thought of me as he pulled
them!). My dear Brian is off rinsing out the truck and driving it back
away to Oregon City, sweaty and covered in dirt.
Here is the
amazing part (and you thought it amazing that he did that for me
anyway…. and the bed is beautiful and well-made, by the way – i will
post a picture when I charge my camera) – he didn’t resent my not
helping. Indeed, I was feeling guilty at the idea of staying inside
and was trying to think of something I could do for him since my
condition did not allow me to go outside in the rain to help him. But
you know what he said? he told me to go inside and lay down. To go
inside and rest. He said he didn’t mind the rain, but he wanted me to
go lay down and rest. Isn’t that beautiful? I got to stay inside and
relax while he was outside building me a garden. I think I shall be
smiling with the goodness of it for a week!
Brian – I love you!!!!!
Here is some company we had the other day! This is the man who married us and his family! We had a great time!!! (See the smiles in the second picture for verification of this statement.)
