Too Hot to Handle: Mystery and Intrigue

Monday, July 30, 2012

Mystery and Intrigue

I am the keeper of the calendar. Yesterday when I looked to see what was coming up for the week in my handy dandy Cozi, I saw this...

Interesting...very, very interesting.

J NEVER plans anything as a surprise, never. I can't tell you if he has even planned a date in the 16 years we have been together. Of course, I inquired a bit. Just to see what he would give up. Nada.

So, I think I will simply sit back and enjoy the mystery of it all - with bated breath, of course.

3 comments:

JodiJuly 30, 2012 at 1:19 PM
Eeeek! So exciting! Can't wait to hear the details!
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MelissaJuly 31, 2012 at 12:53 PM
Oooh, that is interesting. I wonder what it could be?

If I knew J had planned something for us, I'd be scared, lol. Probably be a mudbog or hunting trip!
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I AM

Taken from "The Fireman's Wife" by Susan Farren

I am thank ful. This has not always been an easy walk for me.

I am disappointed. We have missed family gatherings, weddings, dinner engagements, birthday parties, and holidays because of shift schedules and overtime.

I am patient. There have been dinners spent at the firehouse waiting for Daddy to return from a call while the kids get cranky and the food gets cold.

I am nervous. I awake at 3:00 A.M. hearing creaks in the house and don't have the comfort of my husband beside me.

I am tired. The house is full of sick kids and there is no relief in site because Daddy is on a seventy-two-hour shift.

I am jealous. Jealous of all the women whose husbands came home at 5:00 P.M. to have dinner and hold them at the end of their day.

I am worried. I worry that he may not come home one day. This I try to tuck away.

I am content. We have decided to give up my career so I can stay home and raise our children. We no longer have an abundance of money or things. It is the greatest freedom I have ever known.

I am incompetent.There was a time when I considered myself moderately intelligent. I now struggle to remember where I left my car keys, the diaper bag, and, occasionally, the baby.

I am waiting. Knowing the phone may one day ring for me.

I am doubting. Doubting that God hears all my prayers. Doubting I am the kind of wife and mother He needs me to be.

I am trusting. Trusting that my husband will come home again.

I am confident, I am embarrassed, I am lonely, I am surprised, I am overworked, I am underpaid.

I am...The Fireman's Wife.