This is the third time I've shared this post about my husband of more than 48 years.
This year, he would have been 78 years old. I didn't want March to slip by without the opportunity to introduce the man God brought into my life in 1972 (just before his birthday). This is the love of my life whose illness and death brought me to complete dependence on God.
I'm still here, trusting the Lord for each day that passes without my husband. He was amazing. And a gift I will always cherish...
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March 21, 2014
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This week we’re at letter “I” and our mentor/blogger, Patty Wysong, suggested that we use this week to Introduce ourselves. Okay, Patty (“Peej”). This one’s for you.
To keep my personal Introduction from sounding like a confessional, allow me to present my amazing husband. He’s much more interesting. Then, just know that I possess the flip side of his attributes. If it's true that opposites attract, then our marriage was absolutely made in Heaven (Is this where I apologize for using two clichés in one sentence?).
BW loves to mingle, has a smile bigger than Dallas, and never meets a stranger.
He can work outside in a blinding blizzard or record-breaking heat – without complaining.
He never takes things personally.
He enjoys – I repeat, “enjoys” – spending some of his Saturdays driving a church bus full of rowdy charges from one of the most underprivileged areas in our city to church for their special time of Bible study and worship.
My heroic rescuer used to joke that his career(s) meant waiting for someone’s house to burn down (retired firefighter) or roof to cave in (owner of a small roofing/structural maintenance company). I’m fortunate to have been one of many damsels in distress he encounters on a regular basis, but that’s a story for another day.
BW is the consummate optimist. Whatever the project, once the first nail is driven he smiles and says, “All I like is finishing up!”
His motto could be “Go big or go home.” Our newlywed dream of having a home and five acres on the outskirts of Oklahoma City morphed into 80 acres an hour away. And we were sixty miles from his daily work, our families and friends and almost fifteen miles from the nearest dry cleaners, the bank and our church. We lived there for 15 years before moving back to our roots. All things considered --- even the inconvenience --- that experience is one we will always treasure.
It's been said that marriage is made in Heaven. Someone added "So are thunder and lightning." The balance of similarities and differences in our personalities keep our relationship more to the heavenly side. We both love the Lord. Our imperfect lives are centered on Him, the family He gave us, and enjoying the beauty of His creation.
We are thankful for the two different worlds that collided when we met. His background included horses and cattle –from a family of rodeo enthusiasts. My family’s activities were, shall we say, sedentary: Dad was always playing the guitar while my mother listened and kept time with her crochet needles.
As a child, I had always dreamed of owning a horse and a piano. Bud made both of those dreams come true.
I was terrified of heights. He taught me to snow ski. I couldn’t swim and still had memories of almost drowning --- three times. He taught me to water ski.
My husband's ridin’ and ropin’ days are over, but he’ll always be at home outside or creating things in his shop filled with mammoth tools and his imagination. Yet for eighteen years he willingly took time to come to concerts by the Singing Church Women of Oklahoma, even though I was but a speck among 400 women in a sea of sequins and long, black dresses. (Need a little updating here: I thought his rodeo days were over, but I should have consulted Bud before making such a naïve observation. My forever-young husband is actually celebrating his 68th birthday by bringing "Rowdy" home from being "broken" and will be riding him for the first time today.)
We’ve come back to our original plan and now live on those five acres near Will Rogers Airport in Oklahoma City. It’s good to be back “home” close to our two daughters and their families.
Most of my goals have been achieved: I’m married, have two beautiful daughters, three grandsons and their terrific dads – and don’t forget the horse and piano. I’m still working on becoming the person God had in mind when He formed me. I do love people, but in a more shy way. Hopefully, my desire to write comes from the Lord and He will able to use that for His glory, not mine. And...I want to be more like my husband.
He makes me better.
This week we’re at letter “I” and our mentor/blogger, Patty Wysong, suggested that we use this week to Introduce ourselves. Okay, Patty (“Peej”). This one’s for you.
To keep my personal Introduction from sounding like a confessional, allow me to present my amazing husband. He’s much more interesting. Then, just know that I possess the flip side of his attributes. If it's true that opposites attract, then our marriage was absolutely made in Heaven (Is this where I apologize for using two clichés in one sentence?).BW loves to mingle, has a smile bigger than Dallas, and never meets a stranger.
He can work outside in a blinding blizzard or record-breaking heat – without complaining.
He never takes things personally.
He enjoys – I repeat, “enjoys” – spending some of his Saturdays driving a church bus full of rowdy charges from one of the most underprivileged areas in our city to church for their special time of Bible study and worship.
My heroic rescuer used to joke that his career(s) meant waiting for someone’s house to burn down (retired firefighter) or roof to cave in (owner of a small roofing/structural maintenance company). I’m fortunate to have been one of many damsels in distress he encounters on a regular basis, but that’s a story for another day.
BW is the consummate optimist. Whatever the project, once the first nail is driven he smiles and says, “All I like is finishing up!”
His motto could be “Go big or go home.” Our newlywed dream of having a home and five acres on the outskirts of Oklahoma City morphed into 80 acres an hour away. And we were sixty miles from his daily work, our families and friends and almost fifteen miles from the nearest dry cleaners, the bank and our church. We lived there for 15 years before moving back to our roots. All things considered --- even the inconvenience --- that experience is one we will always treasure.
We are thankful for the two different worlds that collided when we met. His background included horses and cattle –from a family of rodeo enthusiasts. My family’s activities were, shall we say, sedentary: Dad was always playing the guitar while my mother listened and kept time with her crochet needles.
As a child, I had always dreamed of owning a horse and a piano. Bud made both of those dreams come true.
I was terrified of heights. He taught me to snow ski. I couldn’t swim and still had memories of almost drowning --- three times. He taught me to water ski.
My husband's ridin’ and ropin’ days are over, but he’ll always be at home outside or creating things in his shop filled with mammoth tools and his imagination. Yet for eighteen years he willingly took time to come to concerts by the Singing Church Women of Oklahoma, even though I was but a speck among 400 women in a sea of sequins and long, black dresses. (Need a little updating here: I thought his rodeo days were over, but I should have consulted Bud before making such a naïve observation. My forever-young husband is actually celebrating his 68th birthday by bringing "Rowdy" home from being "broken" and will be riding him for the first time today.)
We’ve come back to our original plan and now live on those five acres near Will Rogers Airport in Oklahoma City. It’s good to be back “home” close to our two daughters and their families.
Most of my goals have been achieved: I’m married, have two beautiful daughters, three grandsons and their terrific dads – and don’t forget the horse and piano. I’m still working on becoming the person God had in mind when He formed me. I do love people, but in a more shy way. Hopefully, my desire to write comes from the Lord and He will able to use that for His glory, not mine. And...I want to be more like my husband.
He makes me better.
12 comments:
I like this! You did just fine - don't apologize. :)
I especially like your "lightning and thunder." Now that's a word (and sound) picture!
Great job, Nancy.
Awww. Thanks Rhonda. Hopefully the lightning and thunder remark didn't leave the wrong impression :) We're all about peaceful living.
God Bless.
"He makes me better."
That sums up my DH in one phrase!
Loved this! I think EVERY wife should be required to write a post like this (blogger or not) every once in a while... good marital therapy!
I just found your blog and I loved this post! Thanks for sharing. :)
So very sweet! We will assume that there was no weapon at said head at the time of this writing! lol. I love the joy and love you've expressed to us. Awesome testimony! Sweet, funny, tender!
What an incredible blessing this post was. A gracious and heartfelt look at your hubby... and a beautiful peak at your heart :) Wonderful!!!
awwww. I loved this, Nancy! Husbands are wonderful, aren't they? Great post! =]
What a lovely post! I enjoyed reading about your husband and also learning--in a round about way--about you, too, since you say you're opposites. Thanks for sharing this!
Don't know how I missed this, but I sure enjoyed it! May you continue to have long happy years!
Your love for Bud fills every word to overflowing, Nancy! Lovely blog you have here! So glad I stopped by.
Pam at www.2encourage.blogspot.com
Absolutely perfect BW would BE Wranglin' in all he could muster to read this👏🏼👏🏼
🙏🏽❤️Mary
Thank you. Friends.
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