This week, and every week, I am thankful for my husband.
I don’t often gush about Trevor, because he’s not really the type who likes to be gushed about, but you should know this: he is a more amazing husband and father than I ever could have imagined he would be when I married him.
Our life has had such an unusual rhythm since Trevor started working nights a year and half ago. We spend half the week seeing him only briefly each day since he sleeps for most of the time that he’s home, but for the other half of the week we get him all to ourselves. It means, for me, that I spend half the week in survival mode feeling like a single parent and the other half the week feeling like we’re on vacation. There are some pretty intense days (especially since Delia misses Trevor something fierce when he’s working/sleeping), but it’s not a terrible existence at all.
But for him, working nights means switching his sleep pattern twice a week, surviving one day a week of sheer exhaustion as he pushes through to reset his body clock, and doing about half of his sleeping while we (all 9 of us!) are awake and living life rather loudly downstairs. He doesn’t mind his job, or really even the hours, but he would much rather be with us all the time. And I love that about him. (Honestly, I think if I worked outside the home, I would relish the chance to hear my own thoughts for a few hours!)
When he’s home, he’s all home. He changes diapers, reads endless stories, grocery shops (never without at least two kids in tow) and even vacuums from time to time. And his only real complaint is that I always eventually make him go back to work.
I think people assume, maybe because I am the talker and he is the strong silent type, that I am the crazy one. I guess that’s about half true. I’ve certainly had my share of crazy ideas. But when the Lord lays something on Trevor’s heart, he listens and he acts, whatever the cost. And I love that about him, too.
A dear friend told me on the eve of my wedding that one of the greatest joys of Christian marriage is that you get to watch your husband become a better person over the years. To be honest, I didn’t really believe her. After all, I already thought Trevor was about the best thing ever, plus I don’t think I truly understood the transforming power of Christ’s love. But she was right. As much as I adored Trevor almost fifteen years ago when we married, I had absolutely no idea what a keeper I was getting. He continues to surprise and challenge me, and I am thankful to God for him every single day.