Category: My Husband

Taking a Bath



Yeah, he drew a heart in the bubbles.

Yeah, he drew a heart in the bubbles.

This week was…let’s just say not the greatest week I’ve ever had. I got to the level of upset beyond crying and just relatively comatose. This is pretty standard for me, my brain will only let me have so many emotions and then it’s like “that’s enough of these feeling things for you” and I kind of just go nuetral. Well, many things added up this week and I got to that point on Wednesday. So, when Josh picked me up from work we talked a little, he took me out to get my favorite soup and then when we went home he drew me a bath.

We had talked a few days before hand just in passing how it’s been years since I’ve had a bath (since I’m a shower girl) and it used to be something I would do to relax. So, he started the water running, found random Star Wars bubble bath that my sister had given him for Christmas, lit all the candles he could find and started some Explosions in the Sky playing softly. It was magic. I sat in that water and (carefully) read my kindle for at least an hour…maybe two (okay, it was two) and I didn’t realize the candles shouldn’t have been bright enough to read by until I looked up and saw my book light clipped to the shower shelves.

That boy thought of everything. I think this is going to become the nice (FREE) thing he does for me when things just aren’t going my way & you are not going to hear me complaining about that!

Do you love baths? What do you do to relax?

xoxo,
Adora

Nerd Mug



Hmm. This was full of coffee when I started this post.

Hmm. This was full of coffee when I started this post.

Because I married a nerd [his words] half of my mugs are something like this. We have a Thor mug where the handle is actually the Mjolnir [calm down nerds, I googled that word, I almost left it as meow meow], we have several Star Wars mugs, other Avengers mugs and then there’s this bad boy. The problem is, I’m the one who drinks coffee. Maybe too much coffee, but still at the end of the day, I’m the one nerd muggin’.

What’s your weirdest coffee mug?

xoxo,
Adora

The business of being married



My husband and I both work in ministry. He works on production at a large church and I work in the web department of an international relief and development organization. There is so much fulfillment in being able to say you really believe in the mission of the place where you work. It’s so fulfilling for Josh when he works hard at creating a cohesive church service and he gets to see people make a decision for Christ or take the next step of obedienceĀ in Baptism. I love when hard work on a web page or graphic design inspires someone to donate to a project that educates poor students in Haiti or provides water to people in need in Nicaragua or shelters an orphan in Zambia. We are so blessed in our jobs. That being said, ministry is beyond a full time commitment.

In our first year of our marriage there have been countless late nights spent apart because of the requirements of our jobs. While we wouldn’t change jobs for the world right now, it has caused a lot of issues. Our different temperaments, the different ways we were raised, and our vastly different views on how a house should be kept have caused a lot of tension. I was talking with an older person the other day, who has been married for 40+ years and they told me that all the issues I told them about came down to just one issue: communication. All the tension, they said, is based on differing expectations that haven’t spelled out for each other, and our busy schedules were ensuring that we wouldn’t be able to tell each other everything we needed in casual conversation. One issue seems so much more conquerable than dozens so I took the rest of their advice.

They told me to have Josh write down everything he could think of that we should communicate on once a week, and for me to do the same. So we did. Not surprisingly many of the points were the same on both of our lists. So, I’ve taken the lists and created a document. We’ve both agreed to meet every Monday, review the document and the dozen or so question is asks, and together write down our answers. This thing covers everything from bills to sexual expectations to social engagements to household chores to prayer and beyond. We talk about how the previous week was and our expectations for the coming week. Then we will place it in a binder and keep them all there each week adding the fresh document.

This way, we get the business of having a life together out of the way in about an hour each week and then, when we do have precious time together, it can be spent just enjoying each other – as friends, the way we started. We’re only a few weeks in, but I really think if we stick with it – it will be a useful tool. Has anyone else tried something like this?

xoxo,
Adora

History



Our Blue French Horn

Our Blue French Horn

I remember the first time I saw this thing. Sitting on my friend (now husband) Josh’s desk in his room at his parent’s house. I placed it immediately and thought (not for the first time) that he really over committed when it came to tv & movies. I’m sure at some point I’ll broach the subject of the life size storm trooper displaying on a mannequin that has found a permanent home in our guest bedroom, but not today.

I too was a faithful ‘How I Met Your Mother’ viewer, so I understood the reference, just not the reasoning behind having a blue french horn.

I also remember months and months later when he showed up at my apartment to give me my birthday presents with the horn in hand, filled to the brim with sunflowers. I knew this had symbolism to him and as was my habit at that age, I panicked and forced my friend Devin to keep it at her house.

It went from her house, to Josh’s apartment when he moved, back to his parents house, to my next apartment, and finally to the place we made our home in. There is absolutely no easy way to display a french horn so after nearly a year of it sitting in a closet or at the top of our bookshelf, I tied it up with some string and decided that was good enough.

It’s not the most beautiful wall hanging I’ve ever seen, but it has something that very few things in our house (besides ourselves) have; it has history.

A few months ago, after I had hung the horn on the wall, I found out something that I never knew. He bought it for me. He met me, and he knew. He liked the reference to the show and as he has a tendency to do, he dove right it.

Josh went online and bought the only french horn he could afford, bought it, and painted it blue. Then he waited. He waited for me, it waited for me. Now it’s in our home. How beautiful.

xoxo,
Adora