Women ask me how home life is with kids. I seemed to get this question a lot when I had my first child, Ashlyn, a few years ago. And whenever they asked, I would always think "It's really not that hard. I still enjoy free time here and there, can read books at night, catch up on TV shows, work out, see my friends every now and then, pursue my dreams, blah, blah, blah." (It's a WHOLE different story with two children, but this was back in the bliss of only one child). Why wasn't I overly tired from being a new Mom? How did I actually still have some semblance of a social life? How did I have time to start a dream of mine I'd had for years? The answer hit me like a ton of bricks; it was, because of James.
James is the most supportive being I've ever met. After I gave birth to our daughter Ashlyn, I pretty much just laid in the hospital bed for 48 hours. It was my first time having a baby and I thought if I moved after that experience my body would be ruined forever. I just wanted to lay and heal. James didn't even question it; he was the only one changing Ashlyn's diapers the first 48 hours she was alive. I was actually intimidated when I had to change her diaper for the first time, because he seemed like such a pro by then and what if I couldn't do it up to par? Don't worry, I was a natural. The point of this diaper changing story is that James was there for me and our new little bundle of joy, running off of 3 hours of sleep. This one event just made me feel like, "Gosh, this guys got my back!" That is a very peaceful feeling.
James just helps me. He helps me through life. He helps me with the kids, he challenges me, he brings out the best in me and the worst, we can be absolutely ridiculous together, he makes me laugh every single day, he cooks dinner, he helps with the dishes, he asks me how I'm doing, he gives me hugs when I need them, he makes me go have dinner with a friend to keep my sanity, he writes me notes, he buys me flowers, he opens my doors and walks on the outside when we're on the street, he takes care of me when I'm sick, he lets me sleep in and cooks breakfast, he dances with our daughter, he holds our son for hours on end, he turns up country songs and dances with me in the living room, he drops any personal plans to help a friend out, he loves so fiercely, he is kind, and he's all tied together with piercing, blue eyes and strong shoulders.
He is just a good, good man. Being with a good man gives you peace. I feel safe with him. Not just from the outside world, but from myself and from the years to come. I know, it's me and him through it all. It's complete serenity being with a good man. I recommend it.
PS. Listen to Carrie Underwoods song- Mama's Song. Ties in quite nicely with this post.
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