Marriage and the Red Machine

Sometimes I just don’t understand my husband. I straight up just don’t. I don’t always agree with him. I mean, doesn’t a “good” wife always agree with her husband? I have opinions and they don’t always lineup with his. Do I keep my “thoughts” to myself? It’s hard sometimes. I like being heard. I like giving my opinion. I have a sign in my home office with a picture of a husband and wife and it reads, “If I agreed with you, we’d both be wrong.” I love that sign.

I’m a strong independent woman. I have my own thoughts and opinions.

One area I don’t understand in my husband is his purchase habits. I find myself asking, “Do we really need that?” And, “What is that?”

“Do we need it?”

All kinds of gadgets and gizmos have been ushered into our lives. Many I don’t know how to use or even know how to turn on. I throw my hands in the air with a hearty, Whatever.

Some packages once opened I just don’t get. He’s awful cute but, Geez honey, do you really need this?

And then, there’s this red thing on wheels. It’s some kind of rolling machine. While we were living in California, it broke down. Mike had to find a shop that could fix it. The red machine got tossed in the truck, escorted to the machine “spa” where it stayed for a couple of weeks.

I want to go to a spa. Don’t you?

Anyway, when my husband got it back home he was quite happy it was fixed and ready to go.

Not sure what it does, but it made my husband happy.

So, if he’s happy I guess I’m happy. *arms in the air shoulder shrug emoji

And then it happened. Our beautiful valley was engulfed in flames. Fires were raging all around us.

My daughter called me.

“Mom, have you seen the news?”

“No. Why?”

“Mom, look out your window. Do you see smoke?”

“Oh my goodness, YES.”

“Kyle is on his way home, I think we may get evacuated.”

“Okay sweetheart, you know you can come here.”

Less than an hour later another call came in.

I could hear the panic in my daughter’s voice, “Mom, we’re getting evacuated!”

They grabbed their kids—a three year old and a eight month old at the time—and all they could fit in their cars and headed to us.

Many were without power, including us.

And suddenly something happened.

My husband started rolling out “stuff” from the garage including the red machine he had just gotten fixed. It was a generator. And while others were without power our generator powered up our fridge and other conveniences like the microwave and coffee pot.

Thank You, God, for coffee.

We had portable lights and other gadgets which I have to admit were extremely handy. And not only this, but our grandson also had his own movable lights so that wherever he went he wasn’t afraid.

My husband saved the day!

While others, had to throw away the contents in their refrigerators and freezers, ours stayed completely intact.

While others had no lights, we had portable lights.

While others couldn’t make coffee or heat up pizza, we could!

Hero. My husband is a hero. He’s my hero over and over and over again. Even when I don’t understand him or agree with him…he’s my hero.

And now this is the point in the story where I get to eat crow.

Maybe I shouldn’t say, “Do we really need that?”

Oh, I’ll probably keep saying it but maybe just less often.

My husband. My hero. I am so thankful for him.

Yes, I’m a strong independent woman and I love my husband so much I feel like my heart could burst open. He’s amazing and I’d follow him anywhere. Actually, I have. I don’t have to always agree with him to respect him and honor him. I can have my own thoughts and opinions and still love him completely. And more importantly, I can be wrong. I am wrong about a lot of things. And that’s okay.

Ladies, do you have a husband who takes care of things? Thank God for him today.

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