Mushy Monday

Yeah, I know I am supposed to be doing a Not me! Monday, but its my blog and I will blog what I want to...so, to switch it up a little I am doing a Mushy Monday instead. What is a Mushy Monday? Well, many of you know me as someone that truly values my marriage and is always trying to see what I can do to keep that fire alive. My husband is such a gift to me and he inspires me, encourages me, and makes me want to be a better person. So, my mushiness is all for him. I chose mushy because I remember always growing up with extremely mushy parents. I would tell my Dad how gross it was that he was always sucking my Mom's face off. I would ask to be 'gagged with a spoon' whenever I would see them making out in the kitchen. But, then I became married (the first time around) and saw that what they had was what I so desired. I so wanted to have the mushy stuff in my life. To be so in love with my spouse, and he so in love with me, that we couldn't keep our hands off eachother, even after years and years of marriage. For reasons I won't get into on my blog, my first marriage ended in divorce and I just never thought I would get to experience first hand what my parents shared.

I may have shared this before, but it is one of my favorite parts of my story with Timmy. I prayed. I prayed that God would bring a man into my life that would bring mushiness into my life. My Mom said I should tell God exactly what was on my heart; to share specifics with God. Our Heavenly Father is into details...let me tell you! I remember getting on my knees in the early days of December 1998 and asking God for a man that would love me with his whole heart. That would love my children, Miguel and Karizma as if they were his own. Then I got to the important stuff..."Lord, I know it is weird for me to be asking you this, but you know my heart better than I do, so I guess I will just spill it. Can you make him a 'white' guy? And, about 6 feet tall would be nice. OK, OK, I might as well tell you that I would love him to have sandy brown hair and green eyes, although hazel would be beautiful, too. And, Lord, please, please, please have him be mushy. Really mushy. That he be so in love with me that my kids one day will be saying the same things to us that I would say to my parents. They deserve to see the example of love and affection that I did." I just can't get over how God was listening to me, that he heard my cries. Because just weeks later, the story of Tim and Veronica started. The funny thing is this 6 foot, sandy brown haired, hazel eyed, 'white' guy had been under my nose for over a year at work. However, God's timing is PERFECT and when the Holy Spirit revealed to me what God had in store with Tim, I was overcome that God would love me so much.

My husband is the kind of man that does bring me roses for no reason. He always has. My favorite flowers are daisies, but Tim ALWAYS brings me roses...so, they hold a special, very special place in my heart. They symbolize romance and strength and beauty to me. I got a dozen white ones this past Friday. (I had also gotten some pretty peach colored ones the week before..yeah, I am spoiled...err. loved!!) He usually buys me deep dark red, which I LOVE, but getting the white roses on Miguel's 16th birthday was really sweet. I am looking at them, as I type, in full bloom sitting on the kitchen window sill. The roses are sitting on the window sill, not me. Anyway, Tim has always been into the details, too. Be it roses, or a card out of nowhere (I am a card kind of girl, but only because Tim can write the most romantic cards EVER.), or a treat picked up on his way home from work for me. I know I take this man for granted often. This is exactly why a Mushy Monday is needed.

So, this being my first Mushy Monday, I will lay down what the post would contain. It would be an opportunity to brag about my husband without sounding like I am bragging. Know what I mean? I could sing his praises and get away with it, because it is his post. His, in the sense that it is about him, and letting him know I love and appreciate him, but mine in the sense that it will help me to take time to remember what a gift he is to me. It is also an opportunity to ask for prayer for my husband from others. To ask for prayer for myself when I am not being the wife I know God is calling me to be. To humble myself in front of you. And lastly, but possibly the one i'm most looking forward to, is hearing you brag about your husbands (wives, fiance's, etc.).

So, Baby, thank you for loving me in spite of me. Thank you for always being so willing to ask forgiveness. Thank you for the nightly foot massages. Thank you for treating me like you believe I am the most beautiful woman on earth...love is blind. Thank you for working like no other man I have ever known, even through your severe back pain. You are truly the sweetest kiss from the Lord to me. I adore you, Sweetheart.

And bloggy friends, can I request that you please pray for my Timmy: That God do a miraculous work on his back and heal him. That God give us wisdom on what comes next where his treatment is concerned. And that God continue to give him strength, determination, and the will to work as hard as he has while he is preparing for a trial. And for me, well, to be more loving and understanding. To be more humble in the area of saying sorry.

Oh, I almost forgot!!! One of the main reasons I decided to start Mushy Monday's was due to Jennifer over at Very Full Quiver. When I posted my story about my funtime in the Long's parking lot, she sent me a sweet email about what she was doing to spice up her marriage. She blessed me by letting me know that my sharing my mushy stories with you, are not in vain, and that she (and a very HAPPY husband after her grand effort to mush it up) was blessed by it. So, thanks, Jen...you, bless me, and maybe one of these days you can post a Mushy Monday about what you did...uh, the edited version, huh? ;0)

God bless your marriages this week and make it a really Mushy Monday...