I Wonder…

…what it's like to fall asleep with my husband. I mean really fall asleep with him. To crawl into bed, turn off the lamp and snuggle till sleep overtakes us both. How long would we talk? Would one of us read a book in bed? Would he fall asleep first or would I? Would one of us hog the blankets? Get tangled in the sheets? Would he wake up to my sleep talking? Would I wake up to his snoring? What's it like to wake up in the morning with each other? Would we help wake each other up? Would we lie in bed and just enjoy the quietness before a busy day? See who could get to the shower first? Have a pillow fight while making the bed? Would he help me pick out my outfit for the day? Eat breakfast together? Read the morning newspaper? Do all these things while flirting, laughing, enjoying each other's company?

We've been married 10 months and due to our opposite schedules I've only fallen asleep with my husband on our honeymoon. On his nights off, he'll tuck me in and play with my hair until I fall asleep, which is as close as we get to actually falling asleep together. I remember after only being married a few days and in Mexico waking up to Luke laughing in his sleep. I thought it was the cutest thing ever and I just lay there propped up on one elbow waiting to see what he would do next. I loved the sound of his snoring. It reminded me that he was right there and that I was safe. Someday, someday I'll find out what's it's like to fall asleep with him.

To complain about this situation though would be ungrateful. God has given us both jobs and my husband get's three days off each week. Also I have conquered my fear of being left alone. All through my growing up years I was never once left completely alone at home. At first I was terrified when Luke would leave; I would even stand at the door and beg him not to go (seriously). I would lie wide awake and keep a gun near me just in case. I would say to myself over and over "Nothing will happen to me that God does not allow". Slowly but surely with Luke's help and God's promises my fear of being alone is almost obsolete. I even lie in bed with curtains pulled back so I can watch the bats come out at dusk. When coyotes came howling through the neighborhood one night I eagerly jumped out of bed to get a look. The gun is kept is a safe place now rather than on my nightstand and I peacefully drift off to sleep knowing that Luke will call me in a few hours while on his break.

How unique is it that God made our situation such so as to help me with my greatest fear. He truly does care about every aspect of our lives. Being able to see God's hand in situations that are not ideal to me is another blessing. How I can complain when God is so very good to us?

How to Diffuse an Argument

9-months today since Luke and I said our vows and promised to love each other forever. I can hardly believe the we are fast approaching a year! Since I have been married for such an extensive amount of time and have gained lavish amounts of wisdom from my experiences as a married women, I thought it was time impart some of my wisdom to you.

I know you probably are under the impression that Luke and I NEVER argue. And you are very right to assume that since he and I are just full of perfection and wonderfulness (please tell me you know I'm just kidding). However, there are times, few and far between of course, that arguments have arisen and feelings have been hurt.

I remember clear as crystal the first time we argued. I was mad at Luke for something I can no longer recall; I just know we were arguing. I was sure this argument was one that would last for days and in my despairing mind I wondered if it would last for weeks, or if we would ever resolve the issue. Luke however, is quite amazing at diffusing arguments. I did not know he had this talent until this first argument (duh). Our conversation went something like this:

...after arguing back and forth...Luke said in a very serious and grave tone:

"Kimberly, I know what the problem is. I know what's wrong with you".

I was expecting him to say something along the lines of: "You haven't had your devotions this morning", or :We haven't prayed about this yet" or "You have an anger problem".

Instead very, very seriously he states:

"You think I'm fat don't you".

For the first time that day I was speechless. All I could do was stare at him opened-mouthed and shocked. Then the giggles hit me and they hit me hard! I couldn't stop laughing and needless to say the argument was over just like that.

To this day whenever we start arguing, at some point in the argument, Luke drops the line someway or another. He has variations of course and without fail I will start laughing and our argument turns into a chilled-out discussion instead. In fact, during the start of our most recent argument I pictured him saying he was fat before he said it and I burst out laughing (that argument never even got started!)

Thank-you Lord for a husband who comes up with most unique ways of keeping us living together in harmony always!