he smiles so big he falls over, my son.
i used to fall over from a belly laugh. these days it's all washing and folding and typing and cooking and using time wisely and falling over would be a waste of time, wouldn't it?
but he assures me laughing would be the best use of it, my husband.
the one i woke up inside of, yesterday morning.
the one i fought with yesterday lunch.
the one i forgave minutes later.
the one who made me homemade fries and burgers for supper, the supper he always makes when we fight, the one that breaks the bread and squeezes the wine of our communion.
the one who saw me standing in my apron in the middle of the kitchen, in the middle of the afternoon, staring into the pantry trying to find in there some recipe for domestic living. i pulled out chocolate chips and butter and he pulled on his face that says, i'm the one that knows what's best for you, and asked me not to bake him cookies.
but we have no baking.
"i want you to rest."
isn't the way to a man through his stomach and "are you sure?" i said shrugging out of apron.
he was sure, and i asked if it was okay if i painted and he said of course it was okay, as long as i wasn't working and
the pantry door closed and paint cans opened and i smeared love on a canvas
his feet are long and white and he teaches me how to rest, this man who makes me burgers and drives me crazy and wakes up inside of me and forces me not to bake cookies
we've only been married 8 years. perhaps in another 20 i'll have learned to fall over.
(heading to the mountains this week... will share photos and thoughts as i am able... can i tell you, how much your imperfect prose means to me? how much it means to see you commenting on each other's pieces? this community, it's the kind i'm sure God would fall over from, smiling about...)
18 comments:
Aww.. you have depicted an experience that everyone would love to be apart of or to have for themselves
beautiful, emily
-Sy
your husband. awesome. blessings for your trip to the mountains. hope it's restorative.
Your writing is so pure. Love you Em.
love is beautiful.
Forty-four years and still learning Em :-) Perhaps that is what this life is all about.
Have wonderful, restful, belly-laughing time.
i love the way you love.
have a beautiful week of rest. xo.
any time is the right time for the falling over ... blessings of rest
My man's a lot like yours. We...you and I, are so blessed. Here's wishing for you another 20 and beyond. With Christ as the foundation, the tie that binds, it only gets better.
Enjoy the mountains.....you and you beautiful family....thank you for all your prayers Emily! :-)
Sweet, Emily. I'm kind of jealous, to be honest.
Your view, the words, each sentiment directed to loved ones inspires me to look into myself and love all over again the humans I share my life with. Thankyou
he sounds like a good man! love that you smeared love on a canvas...that's just a beautiful thought to me.
you're the best. i love you. and i'm re-learning to fall, too! this is great!
awww...i think our husbands are secret brothers:):):) yay! hope the mountains are...just what they need to be:)
This was beautifully written, sounds like you have an amazing husband! I hope you have a restful and renewing time in the mountains. BTWI love the new pictures on the side. Your little man is sooooo handsome! Love those little scritchy teeth! : )
i love the thought of falling over for smiles so big!
joy is sometimes a hard lesson to learn, i struggle with the letting go and not looking for the rug to be pulled out from under me. But God is teaching me to trust joy. I pray He continues to teach you too
ember... keep smiling and pausing, dicing and praying, laughing and loving... whatever you do, know that you are loved (so much)!
and trent, thanks for taking care of my sister-friend!
Hugs!
Oh yes, this falling over is great art. I expect in 20 years you'll be genius at it.
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