Tuesday, September 14, 2010


Cory ran on Sunday. He finished his race, the one I teased him mercilessly about months ago, so sure that it was an impossibility.

I should know better by now.

There are many things you don't know about my husband, but there aren't too many that I don't know.

I know that he does not like to be the center of attention, but I also know that he has grown comfortable having eyes on him when necessary.

I know that he has a certain laugh that is entirely contagious. It doesn't come out easily, so when it does? I am powerless to its charms. You would be, too.

I know that he can't go to sleep at night unless he has checked on the kids.

I know he that he instinctively knows the best way to love each person in this house.

I know that he has helped to teach me the meaning of grace.

I know that when he decides to do something, he plans to really do it, even if it's hard.

He almost never gets mad at me.

He never says things he doesn't mean - ever.

He's smart.

He takes his work seriously and is very good at it.

He tells me all of the time, "This could be served in a restaurant!"

He's handy (a.k.a. maintenancy).

He's cute. (duh)

I fell in love with him standing in the middle of a soccer field, in the dark. I prayed silently, "Please, God, let me marry him!"

I look back on that and I am amazed and grateful that God knew so much more about this man than I did. Our road has not always been easy and there were times when we really didn't love each other very much at all. Like it or not, in those moments, my mind would wander back to the soccer field and I would know that it was right, even if it didn't feel right, even if I didn't want it to be right.

God burned that memory into my heart and I am thankful for it.

But mostly, I am thankful for my brave, kind, quirky, maddening, humble, funny Honey.

So tell me, where were you when you knew you were falling?

ps- Stay tuned for the Tuesday Adoption post. (I've got until midnight, right?)