I’d like to introduce you to my husband, Curtis James. He’s feeling kinda under the weather today, which is a bummer because it’s a huge week out here at TexasNorth! We’ve got a special birthday on Wednesday (I can’t even talk about it- it’s ridiculous that she’s turning 1.), Thanksgiving on Thursday, and a getaway to downtown Chicago just for Friday night (with baby). Feel better, Curty. I need you to drive. I hate driving.
[clearing throat and stepping up on her Soap Box] Ya know, I’ve been thinkin’. It seems like everywhere you look or listen these days, we are making a mockery of our men. I see this especially on TV…where they are the inferior, the dumb, the insensitive, the ridiculous ones. Berating them and covering them in sarcasm is way cool. Now, I’m all for independence and space and equal pay (I mean, have you met me?), but I do love my husband and I think he deserves more than a sideways glance and an exasperated sigh. I don’t buy it. That man you see above pays my heating bill and makes me laugh like no other. And, while he continues to beat me at Scrabble with words like ‘hike’ and ‘can’, I still find myself wanting to build him up as best I possibly can.
I have preferably taken a back seat (publicly) in this marriage- I stay at home, I feed the chickens, I’m mostly in charge of meals, and I get up in the middle of the night with Ry. This was my dream…seriously. It really was. I also sew and read and watch movies and go out with the girls to my heart’s content. I have not sacrificed anything I regret… and Curt works hard in the ‘real world’ so that I can be at home making a safe place for us to rest and play and be with all of you. It’s a good deal all around. This works for us. And I haven’t said it enough: Thanks, Babe. You rock my face off. I am your biggest fan.
Curt and the boys (read: Mulder boys as well as neighbor Doug in the ‘Wild Ass’ logging jeans) hiked up the front porch frame a couple Saturdays ago. The boy researched and bought special tools and played in the pole barn for months to make this thing happen. What started out as a load of rough wood from Tustin, Michigan in August has now been transformed into a beautiful, old fashioned, mortise and tenon place for us to watch the world go by. It’s as done as it’s gonna get for now…a deck and tin roof will be added in the Spring. All the oak pins are recycled from the Red Barn and fully function holding the splits together at the top. It’s amazing, Curt. You did a fantastic job. The back porch will look exactly the same but with a small portion that will be screened in (for Summer sleeping and guests like Chels and Renae). It’s 8 feet wide…plenty of room for lots of kids and pillows and plants and people sittin’ on the steps playing Yahtzee. So, come on over. We’ll make room.
Love your family this week. Try really really hard to be the person you want to be. I have some things that may help: on Tuesday, download Steve Carter’s message from this past Sunday (search: Mars Hill Bible Church at the iTunes store…it’s free. And while you’re there, grab Donald Miller’s sermon ‘Story’ from last Sunday. They’ll both rock your world.) and gear up for the next few weeks of ‘extended family overload.’
I’ll talk to you on Monday after I’ve recovered the icing coating our house Wednesday, the excessive small talk Thursday, the A&M/tu game Friday, the Chicago traffic Saturday, and the all-day singing on Sunday.
Blessings to you all…
We love you here at TexasNorth!