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It has been such JOY watching my hubby as he enjoys his new Hummer.  If you want the story, check out the Boys and Their Toy’s blog.

Since the purchase last week, hubby has been subjected to jesting, (men), joking (men), people (men) begging to test drive his Hummer, people (men) going out in the parking lot to touch his Hummer, people (men) turning and staring as he drove the Hummer downtown, and people (men) stopping him and asking questions about his Hummer.

He just grins from ear to ear when he tells me the stories.  And you know what?  I can’t think of a better person for this to happen to.

In an earlier rambling about dysfunctional family memories I told where my hubby created the 3-minute rule – any food left lying around for 3 or more minutes was fair game for any by-passer (usually hubby).  The thing with the Rambles is that hubby is generous enough to allow me to poke fun at him.  Because of that, I had to add this addendum to the original Boys and Their Toys.

When we married 13 years ago, I was doing fine on my job.  I didn’t have a lot of extra spending money, but my bills were paid and Josh and I had our first real vacation (as opposed to vacation time spent cleaning the house).  Before hubby and I married, the first thing he asked was what my one big heart’s desire was.  I wasn’t planning to say, “Come home and finish raising Josh” but that is what came out of my mouth.

I’d never been able to be home as a single parent so this was a huge blessing – a joy.  I was able to write, find out who I was, and enjoy the joy of watching Josh get on the school bus each morning instead of the usual, “Hurry, hurry, we’re late getting you to your gram’s; eat that peanut butter toast and let’s get a move on.” That is often what we had prior to having more time in the mornings. Time that didn’t require getting up at 5 a.m.!!

Here’s the thing – for the first 5 years of our marriage, hubby didn’t spend any money on himself other than bare necessities.  He would always say, “It isn’t time yet.”  He would ensure I had the best we could afford and he ensured Josh was able to have anything needed for school and life. As an electrical engineer in the nuclear industry, when his nuclear contract expired, we would have to wait patiently for another one.  Prior to our next contract, hubby would “dig a ditch” for the family.

What do I mean by that?  I had a friend one time, prior to her divorce, whose husband was an airplane pilot.  When the company closed and he lost his job, he refused to take any job that was less than a pilot.  He said, “I’m worth more than that.  I refuse to dig a ditch when I am a pilot.”  They lost their home and cars to bankruptcy.  My one desire was to meet someone who would “dig a ditch for his family.”   Someone who would do whatever it takes to take care of his family.

In this man I am married to – the one God sent to me – I am one blessed and joyous woman.  He not only sacrifices for the family, he truly is an alpha man (not male, male is bad juju).  This is important because of my personality.  In other words, I can be – hmmm – bossy?  I can be a – know-it-all?  No, really, I know you find that hard to believe, but it can be true – except I can’t wrap him around my little finger.  Well, I can, but that’s personal and none of your business.

He would take a bullet for us.  He puts us first and has for 13 years.  So when a miracle comes along like this desire of his heart – the Hummer – I celebrate with him.  I am filled with JOY for him.  I was probably happier than he was, and that would be hard to do.  When he finally gets heart’s desires, I am thrilled. 

JOY is when you are married to the soul mate – spirit-mate – perfect one for you.  JOY is him understanding your jokes, and even laughing at them.  JOY is someone who loves you so unconditionally, you don’t even understand it!  JOY is when he allows you to be yourself, whoever that is when he married you and who you become afterwards.  JOY is a husband like mine, and today I celebrate him and thank God for him.

I know there are those of you out there with a mate who fills those shoes – tell me about them!!