my schmoopy

as i mentioned before, my wife is amazing.

c.c. is one of those people that, a few minutes after first meeting her, you feel like you’ve known forever. she doesn’t even realize that she’s doing it, but she makes just about everyone feel comfortable in just about any situation you put her in.

c.c. has the natural gift of active and empathetic listening. when you talk to c.c., you feel heard and understood.

c.c. is a friggin’ firecracker! she knows what she believes and loves to engage in conversation about it. it frustrates her that i don’t have an opinion about some issues. over time, we are each learning from each other. i’m starting to have more opinions about things (say…..politics), and she is starting to see the world a bit more gray. we’re meeting in the middle, and it’s beautiful.

speaking of beauty, c.c. is strikingly beautiful. besides the infamous brown jeans, c.c.’s beautiful green eyes and warm smile were the first things that attracted me to her over 15 years ago. (15….wow!!)

c.c. is an incredibly supportive wife. she has pulled up roots and moved across the country twice in order to support me and the latest inkling of God’s leading in my life/ministry/career. she has sacrificed, among other things, the blessing of living in close proximity to her mom and dad (who died in 2003) - a sacrifice which is felt more and more as time goes on.

my latest discovery is that c.c. is an awesome mom. it’s hard to describe the new depth of love i feel for her as i watch her love our daughter. she always seems to know what to do, even when she doesn’t feel like she does.

c.c. balances her many roles like a champ. she has her priorities straight. and when having to choose to cheat (like everyone has to do), she never chooses to cheat her husband or daughter. when faced with too many things to do, she consistently chooses the relational.

every once in awhile, c.c. gets discouraged about not being 100% on top of everything. the other night, she was frustrated about the house being less than neat. unfortunately, i don’t always have my head straight, and i occasionally communicate non-verbally that i’m frustrated by it.

what can i say? i’m sometimes a jerk. but, the reality is that i am blessed more than i can express by having c.c. as my wife and the mother of my child.

at the end of the day, i would much rather have my daughter cherished and engaged throughout the day by her mom than for the toys and dishes to be put in their places.

c.c. is one special human being. i love you, baby. thanks for choosing to share your life with me.