Mom Needs Grace

Musings on the life redeemed & purpose redefined

A fly-hero and a fixer April 29, 2014

Filed under: Marriage — dayna @ 12:00 am

The scene: our kitchen (now) a couple of years ago.

The set up: I’m rounding out the first trimester of my pregnancy with baby #3 and dealing with nasty, somewhat debilitating, every-afternoon headaches. The only thing that seemed to make them slightly better was being horizontal… and the occasional greasy salty food.

The bacon I had purchased in a rare non-nauseous moment had been languishing in the fridge for days.

Until now that is.

That particular evening I shuffled out of the bedroom after my “horizontal time” to discover that my husband was feeding us all dinner!

Flanked by a silly little girl on either side, I remember sitting at the kitchen table and polishing off the very last bites of the best BLT I have ever eaten.

It was perfection.

There was buttery whole wheat toast (no mayo here thank-you-very-much), crisp salty bacon, beautiful ripe tomato, and a mountain of field greens and baby spinach. I remember it being SO good. And exactly what I was needing wanting. (There’s no food passion like pregnancy food passion, am I right?)

The girls were finished eating and getting more wiggly and giggly by the second. Suddenly, a fat lazy fly had the nerve to start buzzing around the table. There was a brief wave of nausea for me and then slightly hysterical shrieking from the little ladies until…

Zing! Thwap!

Silence.

“He did it! He got it!” The two-year old practically clasped her hands under chin and batted her eyelashes like an old-time movie maiden as she proclaimed “He’s our hero! He’s our hero! Daddy got the fly!!”

I grinned as we all cheered Daddy the BLT maker-fly killer extraordinaire.

After the roar of the crowd died down, our four-year old leaned over to me, eyes wide. She said (with an earnestness I will never forget), “You know Mommy, Daddy is NOT just our fly-hero.”

“No?” I mused.

“No!” He is ALSO a really good fixer.”

Her baby sister emphatically agrees and they begin listing off all the many things “the fixer” had fixed: books, doors, games, toys, remotes, holes in walls… They could (and do) go on and on.

Smiling to myself at his latest titles, I sneak a glance at my husband.

He’s standing over by the stove humbly trying not to bask in the glow of his fatherly prowess.

But we all know who he really is. And two years later, he still is.

Happy birthday to our (fly) hero and a “really good fixer!” We love you.

hero

 

 

 

How a playground helped my marriage… January 6, 2011

Filed under: Marriage — dayna @ 6:00 am

*Please excuse the cell phone pictures. This blogging venture is certainly going to teach me not to run around without my camera 🙂

The playground

So there is this park not too far from my house, that the girls and I stop at often when we are out running errands. It isn’t large, but it is well maintained and has all the essentials of a good park.  There is a great little playground with multiple climbing or sliding options, and that cool recycled-tire-squishy-rubber stuff on the ground.  There is a canopy stretched over the playground to shade it from the full strength Arizona sun.  There is also a nice grassy area (kind of a novelty out here), with a good hill for running or rolling down.  There are a couple of swing sets complete with “baby swings” and even a little amphitheater perfect for my little performing prancery-dancery playing girls.

Mountain view

We love this little park and the peaceful feel of its scattered benches under mature vegetation.  We enjoy the friendly “comings and goings” of the community that it serves.

This is a memorial park.  It rests beside the home church of a hero.  The park was completed about a year ago as a tribute to Officer Erik Hite who was shot and killed in 2008 while pursuing a suspect.

Hill roller

A couple of mornings ago, the girls and I played at this park.  It was one of those gorgeous sunny but snow-capped, (in the distance, of course), sort of days that we enjoy here. As I stopped to catch my breath, I saw Officer Hite’s name and the plaque in his honor.  My heart ached with the knowledge that there is a family in our community who is desperately missing him. Kids who are missing their daddy.  A wife who is missing her husband. Who would give just about anything to have him back…

And our family has one right now.  And he is a good one.  And I know I don’t appreciate him nearly enough. 

Him

He may not do everything exactly the way I would (thank goodness!).  I may not always agree with his choices. But he is here and he loves us and we would be so. lost. without. him. 

 

How do you remember to appreciate every moment with your husband? Does he know you appreciate him?