I take for granted many things. Like when I'm out of milk, its easy to run into town and pick it up at a moment's convenience. I assume when I need gas, the pump will fill that demand. I count on the fact that when my sons need new shoes or clothes or whatever it is they have outgrown this week, we have the resources to provide for them. I take all this for granted and forget to thank the most wonderful man that is 90% responsible for this life we have.
When Kory and I met, it wasn't really supposed to happen. He was supposed to work one part of the day and I was supposed to work another, and a mix-up in HR put us both together on the same hours. I had recently broken up with someone I sacrificed too much of myself to please and swore I was not going to give in for what I wanted in a partner again. No matter who was next, I was going to just have fun and go in without expectations.
Whether you call it odd, fate, coincidence, or karma, Kory fit all of those things I was looking for in my life. It was easy to be easy with him.
When we had our first son, Michael; I was a nervous wreck. I was so afraid Kory would never know what to do, how to feed him, what to do when changing him. I envisioned the movie Three Men and a Baby and cringed. I think Michael was about 3 weeks old when I stopped the neurosis and realized this child meant as much to him as he did to me.
When younger brother Mason came along, we knew or were told rather this would be our last child. That prospect bothered me quite a bit. So Mason spent more nights on my chest sleeping or in our bed napping than Michael did. Mason was held a little longer than Michael was. And Kory never once begrudged me that physical memory I made with him. Michael was daddy's boy and Mason's was mommy's.
Having an unexpected family so soon in a marriage would probably cause most couples to collapse. But Kory worked two jobs and went to school so I could stay home with our boys. He did whatever it took to have family around our sons at all times. I could see the worry come over his furrowed brow from time to time, but just a half hour of play time with our boys made it disappear.
Men, real men, are a scarce commodity these days. What is a real man? Someone who announces to the world you are his woman and property? Someone who able to rebuild an engine in 20 days or less? A man that can recite all of the Playboy Centerfolds in order??
To me, a real man is someone who rubs his wife's forehead when she's scared after she is told she needs an emergency C-section. A real man kisses his wife on the forehead every day before he leaves for work even if she's sleeping and doesn't know he's done it. A real man understands that a look can mean more than words will ever and has enough in his arsenal to wage war or broker peace. A real man is someone who loves you so much, he will cry at the thought of you hurting. A real man follows through on his promises, goes the extra mile everyday, and does it all with only his family in mind. To me, my husband is a REAL MAN, and I'm so blessed my two boys have that example to follow!
I just don't think I could love this man more....kinda sugary and sickening isnt it?
