This wonderful man.
We’ve been married for two years and two months and I seriously still have those moments where I look at him and mentally pinch myself. That this amazing guy married me is something I still wonder at.
In pretty much every aspect of life that I struggle with, Wesley excels. You might have guessed, if you read about my travels with Grampa and Grama, that Wesley has bountiful patience. I’m working on that. I try to take my cues from him.
The other weekend, I had been a big fusser to Wes. I said I was sorry, and he gave me a hug and told me all was well. We were out working in the yard and I was sniffling at what an awful person I was as I pulled down a poison ivy vine down upon myself. I finally told him, ‘I keep wondering when I’ll just fuss too much, and you’ll just like, get all angry with me and be mad.’ sniffle sniffle.
Wes looked up from the wood pile and said, ‘Oh, no Kels, it’s forgiveness week!’
This increased my sniffling because whatever I need, be it forgiveness, encouragement, patience, it’ll always be ‘that week’ for Wes. He really is my better half and I strive to emulate him.
That I can live out my days with him is an incredible blessing I do not deserve and I thank God for him.