Tuesday, April 14, 2015

bww - santa 300

Well many of you already know that Santa bowled a perfect game before the end of the regular bowling league this year.  He got his 300 ring and everything!  Pretty cool right?

I don't say enough about how I feel about Santa.  Maybe it's because I am not a teenager or I guess it's because I don't feel the need to "brag" about what a wonderful husband I have.  I don't know if it is the underlying fear that one day the rug will be pulled out from under me and I will have to face the awful truth that somehow I was wrong all these years about him.

Maybe all of us have that unspoken fear about our husbands, especially, if they are good men.  That thing that bubbles up to the surface when you read about the 20+ year married couple that are divorcing.  Or that thought that slowly takes over your consciousness when you hear of a married man cheating on his wife of 20+ years.

Why should it bother us?  We have been fine for 25 going on 26 years.  But those ladies thought their marriages were fine too, didn't they?  But for the grace of God go us, right?

I know I am lucky to have a wonderful husband like Santa.

He does put up with a lot . . .

of . . . .


Waiting for me to get ready.  Waiting for me to finish working.  Waiting for me to get home from whatever it is I am doing on a week night.  Endless waiting for clothes to be folded and put away!  Waiting for my photo sessions to be over.  Waiting, waiting, waiting.  His whole life would be so much more stream-lined if he wasn't endlessly waiting on me.

I really love him and love that he waits for me.  I know I drag him down, well slow him down.  Not drag really.  I just slow him down.

I would like to be able to brag and say that I am "all that and a bag of chips" and that all his waiting evens out somehow. . . . but sadly, it's not true.

Santa had to wait almost 10 years to get a perfect game in bowling too.  He started bowling on leagues 10 years ago and finally after all those games sometimes twice a week he finally bowled all strikes!

So for all the waiting Santa . . . I thank you!  And I love you!

AND . . . . congratulations of getting your perfect game!  Great job!



  1. 300? I can't count that high. Tom The Backroads Traveller

  2. My hubby's greatest gift to me has been the innumerable times he has accepted my apologies. Over and over again he has loved me even when I have been unlovely. Like you, I wonder if one day he may not forgive me. May that terrible day never come. He challenges me to be a better person. I love him so!


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