My Messy Wife

My Messy Wife

I’ve never met anyone that can make a mess quicker than my wife. I’ll leave a perfectly clean room, come back five minutes later and a flash hurricane blew through.

You see, my wife enjoys life. She doesn’t stress about little stuff. She’ll make coffee and leave spilled grounds, sugar and coffee drops all over the counter while she goes to drink that coffee. She focuses on the moment. I can’t do that. I need it all clean before I go drinking the coffee.

Last night I gave the kitchen one look on the way to bed. It was a mess. I said, “Heck with it. I’ll clean it tomorrow.” When I awoke this morning the sun was streaming through the windows. I looked over at Emily. She was beautiful.

I lay there staring at her for what seemed like hours. I remembered there was a mess that was going to greet me in the kitchen. Again I said, “Heck with it. I’m going to enjoy watching my wife sleep by the first light of day.”

I am a lucky man. I have a messy wife. She’s messed me up and I think I like it.

Enjoy life with the wife whom you love, all the days of your vain life that he has given you under the sun, because that is your portion in life and in your toil at which you toil under the sun.  Ecclesiastes 9:9