If you ever asked me, "How's married life?" and I responded with, "It still feels like a honeymoon," I lied, so please forgive me. Okay, maybe I didn't lie because I was referring those few moments I have with him, which does, in fact, feel like a honeymoon. The real truth is that it's hard for me, as well as for him. He's not around much, being in the type of business he's in. Before I leave to school every morning, I gently give him a kiss good-bye... soft enough to not wake him, yet firm enough to let him know I bid him farewell. By the time he gets home, I'm either sleeping or about to sleep, too tired to even talk to him about my day, or about any one of the million things that is on my mind to share. He does get one weekday off (most of the time), but it's not even a day "off." He has to use that day to run his own personal errands, and I still have class until 2:30 pm. By the time the day's over, we look back, and it feels like it just started. It went by so quickly, and before we know it, we're looking forward to the next Tuesday. He gets most Sundays off as well, and of course, we do our best to reserve that day to give praise to and worship our Lord. After church, it's usually family time with all the in-laws and kids, then it's study time and preparation for the next school week.
Okay, regardless of how sad my story sounds, here's the silver lining. My husband and I both serve a faithful God. He directs our paths and guides us to live a life that brings glory to Him. Not a day goes by that we question Him. It was so clear and evident to us that our marriage and unity was divine and created by Him, so there's no doubt in our minds that He is going to continue to lead us to glory. This remains the same even through my own personal battles with physical healing. It's obvious to see that my blessings and favor are far greater than my sufferings (seriously, just ask my husband what he goes through when I'm not feeling well! He's truly my one in a million times a million!). An and I both recognized our purposes, even before we married each other, and now that we're married, our ability to fulfill our purposes shall be multiplied, according to His word. We both know that this time is truly temporary, and when the day comes to share our testimony, this will certainly be a chapter of our story.
And YOU can help too! Yes, YOU. Back to the title of this entry, next time you decide to have a late dinner at a restaurant, THINK ABOUT OUR FAMILIES. Ever since I met An, my outlook on the system of restaurants has transformed profoundly. And now that I'm his wife, my stand is even more firm. I was guilty of what I don't like now, so I hope sharing this will change you in the way it has changed me. For the past two nights, An called and texted me to tell me that he will be coming home late, which means past midnight. At this point, I'm pretty much stoic to news like this. I understand his situation, and I want to be the kind of wife that can turn her husband's bad mood upside-down when he comes home... but I admit, this isn't always the case, and I'm working on it with God's help. I come to find out that the reason for him coming home late are customers that either come in on the MINUTE of the last seating or are allowed to come in AFTER the last seating (he declines, but usually his decision is overridden). There are even several customers who beg and plead to be seated and promise that they'll be quick, but end up slapping you in the face when they end up staying longer than most of customers that day. When An and I were courting, we wouldn't have dinner at a restaurant, even if it was a minute before the last seating, and especially if we were going to be the only folks there. In fact, I'd be the one to argue with him saying, "They set that time for a reason, so if we make it a minute before that time, we're good, right?" Well, I quickly learned first-hand where An was coming from. Say that we do decide to come right at the minute of the last seating, and it's just the two of us, enjoying conversation and each other's company. So who stays to service us? The manager, the cook, the server and the cleaning folks. How many families would we be compromising? Of course, I may be exaggerating, and these people probably wouldn't mind at all, but why take the risk? Why? I suppose being in the family's position makes me a tad bit more compassionate about this, but clearly, I'm also in the position of the customer desiring to have some quality time over a nice dinner with my date. And being in that position more than six months ago, I can assure you that all the times we couldn't have a late dinner at a restaurant, we had just as great of a time spending quality time with each other at home. :)
For the purpose of setting an example for young men, this is what happens on those nights when the tough gets going...
Praise God for my hubs. He knows how to do it right. This is what I call an instant cure to an upset wife (I'm mainly referring to his words in the card -- the tulips were great, too!).
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