A Patient Man = A Lucky Wife

 

It's not too often that a fortune cookie is right. Now, had I got this one just a little bit sooner I probably would have heeded its' advice that time Clark told me I was a rabid beast. Anyway, I digress.

As you can see, I spend a lot of my time talking about how Clark drives me crazy, makes me want to move to a deserted island, pluck my eyelashes out and/or stick my ears in a blender. Maybe this is a bit extreme, but it's true... that's what I do. That's why this blog was created, to provide an outlet for wives to vent their feelings of frustration but also their feelings of happiness, appreciation and respect.

Dress My Family Up in Corduroy

In honor of today being my husband's first day at a new job, I am going to share a memory of a time he made me laugh so hard I nearly peed my pants.

To tell the story properly, I must first share that when I was 26 my father passed away unexpectedly on Valentines Day- just a few short days before Hans had planned to ask him for permission to marry me. Hans loved my father nearly as much as I did. At his wake we knelt together to say our final goodbyes and Hans held his hand and asked him then for permission to marry me.