Last weekend, John and I went away for the weekend and drove down to San Diego for some Husband & Wife time. We went to the Supercross race, had dinner together and cuddled constantly. It was divine! As we drove home, the song we first danced to on our wedding day came on the radio, “God Blessed the Broken Road” by Rascall Flatts. That’s when I realized that lately I’ve been so terrified of losing myself in my mom/wife life, that I haven’t focused on losing myself in him. He is an important part of this family and sometimes because he’s off working, I forget that I need to invest just as much time in us growing together, as I do in me staying “full of glitter and laughter”. I think it’s important for me to remember that investing pretty in my life includes investing pretty and time into his. Being his wife is an honor and I need to take the time and express that to him.

As we drove home, holding hands and listening to our song, I was reminded of a “God-moment” that we had shortly after the wedding. I was driving home from work one evening and I got to thinking about our lives and how we would probably have children and then we would need to pay for their weddings, college education, private school, and diapers!! I started to hyperventilate and literally needed to pull off to the side of the road. At that time, we had just moved into a studio guest house apartment, we were living pay check to paycheck and saving quarters to do laundry. Our future seemed so distant, scary, and EXPENSIVE!! I finally caught my breath and continued driving home.

Later that night after John came home from school he showed me this drawing he drew; it was the side of a person, skin open exposing the ribs. A hand had one of the ribs and my wedding ring was around it. As he showed it to me he said “because you’re my rib”.

Now for those of you who are going “aww…” yes, yes it was an aww moment, but I was more astounded at how cool God is. You see, years previous to this moment, back in my sophomore year of high school, I was friends with Leanne and Jessica. We were all active in youth group and there was this older kid (I think he was 18) and he was a youth leader, he was IN LOVE with Jessica. She was the youngest of us and he told her that she was his rib and he knew the Lord created her and him to be together but he knew that right now was not the perfect timing, he would wait for her. Now, as cheesy as we all pretended it was, I secretly loved it. I told myself that I wanted that same thing. I wanted my future husband to be so sure; I wanted to be his rib. I never, never, ever told John this story; in fact I didn’t even remember it until he showed me that drawing.

Moments earlier I had been freaking out about our future and how I was too young but God was so faithful and so reassuring. It was an awesome feeling to have him show me that drawing and tell me that I was the only one meant for him, I was his rib. He now has that tattooed on his side and it’s a constant reminder of our past and our future. It may be hard, harder than we possibly thought, but as long as we are in it together and going back to God daily, then we’ll make it through.