It's been a busy past few weeks. Ever since the Christmas Vacation (a euphemism this year), Lauren and I have been busy. We flew up to Kettle Falls to have Christmas early with family. From there we came home and had Christmas with the Swalms, a successful affair but hardly relaxing. The day after we were in the hustle and bustle of moving into our new place, pictured below.
So today was a wonderful day. We slept in till 9. I made French press coffee and breakfast burritos (with chipotle hot sauce, spinach, and Morningstar Farms® sausage patties). We planned our fiscal future for January. We dined at a dingy Vietnamese place, drinking in the broth of Dac Biet. I cleaned my yellow turd of a car. It's now a shiny turd. Many good things today.
But the best is simply spending an uninterrupted day with Lauren. It never fails to amaze me how much I love being with her (she just brought me ciabatta bread with blue cheese melted on top). She bought me Boddingtons beer the last time at the store. These simple things mean a lot to me. She holds me accountable to being a Christian husband, one who needs patience and forgiveness. Here we are, a year and a half into our marriage, and I'm still learning how selfish and aloof I can be. *note the heavy sarcasm
Right now Lauren's reading a ancient book on marriage by John Chrysostom (aka, Goldentongue). He was a pastor known for his passionate preaching an engaging sermons. He challenges husbands to never simply address their wives by name, but to include loving terms of endearment. I laughed inwardly at the thought, but surely there is truth in that statement. If husbands are to love their wives as Christ loves the Church, then we should do no harm.
We have a tremendous privilege and a mountainous duty men. Make no New Years resolutions this year; love your wife and see how much that changes you.
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