Our Eighth Anniversary

April 30, 2013

It’s been eight years with this Husband ‘o mine. Our eighth anniversary.

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Eight years. The J. Girl, our Wee Man. Two wee babes sent heavenward. Four deployments with one more looming. Five moves. The numbers pile up … but we are more than the sum of our parts. 

And I’m swollen with his fifth child … back-aching, slow-moving, impatient … and blissfully happy to be the mother of his children.

He’s our center of gravity … us, a peculiar constellation bereft without him when he goes.

{And go he does.}

But oh, when he’s home, when he returns to me, I fit carefully, safely, right up under his chin, whole and at home with his arms wrapped tight around me.

He’s not perfect. But I don’t need him to be.

I just need him to love Jesus a little more than he loves me, in order to love me best.

And he does, this Husband o’ mine who wholly owns my heart.

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“I love thee, I love but thee,
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book Unfold!”
          ~ from Bayard Taylors’ Bedoin Song
 

We had a hot date with the tornadoes who run this town and there is nowhere I would rather be.

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Complete with nekkid baby.

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I had an enthusiastic five year old helper in the decorating/cake making department.

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And of course, I cooked a gourmet meal.

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But the best part of all … so the eighth anniversary traditional gift is bronze or pottery. Now, I might be reaching to call this pottery. But there was no. way. I could walk away from these. {Mrs. W, I’m looking at you.}.

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Why yes, these are mason jar wine glasses. My kitchen is now complete. And that’s how we do it at Chez Huggins. Feel free to stop in anytime … I bought four of them because that’s the kind of hostess I am. What’s the point of drinking a mason jar of wine if you can’t do it with friends?

Also, I would be lost without mason jars. My house is overrun.

Happy Anniversary to me, and to the great love of my life.

I’m all gratitude for every second. 

~M.

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I am an unrepentant extrovert with an ongoing, passionate affair with coffee, ellipses, and the written word. I write because it’s how I’m made to worship. I am a story teller, because redemption has a story to tell. And always, I want to be a story collector. So have a virtual seat at my beat-up kitchen table. Read my story. Tell me yours. Stay awhile. And P.S. ... for more about me, click on my mug in the sidebar;)

3 Comments
    1. I love it! You Hugginses have been making me grin with gladness since before you were “you Hugginses”! Congratulations on the anniversary!

      (And, thanks for the link!)

    1. oh, how i love what you write!!!
      the richness of living life as God gives it……..it is messy and beautiful.
      🙂

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