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About thatpastorswife

I am a woman who happens to hold the following titles: sister, daughter, friend, teacher, wife, and pastor's wife. As my husband's position grows and changes over the years, so will mine. This blog follows me through these stages, sometimes calling out for help and sometimes just laughing at the oddities of life.

My Five Fave Bloggers

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I’m a little bit of a blog hound.

Here are my fave five:

  1. BleuDress: I love reading about Jessica’s adventures as a military wife.  I know her IRL* and I love how the both of us actually encourage one another IRL and through social and digital media.
  2. Bobbi + Mike: These are my all-time favorite photographers.  Jessica actually introduced them to me when she was wedding planning and I was… well, engaged.  I love following their photography and dream of one day being on their blog as photographed subjects.
  3. Seth’s Oasis: Well, of course, I am a huge fan of the Hunk.  IRL He’s awesome.  IRL he’s incredible. IRL I call myself blessed to be his wife.
  4. Hyperbole and a Half: She hasn’t posted to this site on a regular basis in a while, but I find her humor and wit to be brilliant.
  5. Web 2.0 Classroom: This blog is what I consider to be the center of my professional Professional Learning Network (PLN).  I’ve never bet this guy in real life, but he knows his way around technology and education.
* IRL: In real life

Childhood Story

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One of the mots horrific things that ever happened to me when I was a child sort of still haunts me to this day.

Her name? Faye Hammons.

She introduced my parents to one another.  Well, she and probably a ton of other people claim to have done that.

But she was, um, … well, kind of gross.

I wrote a short story once for my fiction workshop class and described her clearly.

The class pretty much decided she wasn’t a believable character. But I really didn’t exaggerate on my description of her.

She would chase us down to get kisses from us.  I hid behind my dad and was sometimes able to escape her, but my sister would run and eventually lose the battle. She’d get kissed.

Once, this lady paid a little boy a dollar if he’d let her kiss him.

He lost too.

Hauntingly,
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My Fave Pic of Me

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This is my favorite picture of me.

Why, you ask?

It was Easter morning. My hair practically fixed itself… in a good way. I never feel pretty in selfies, but I did in this case. I also know that I was genuinely happy. Content. Authenticity can be difficult to catch on purpose.

Why do I look so good in white?

Joyfully,

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My Lot

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Disclaimer: I know this post is late, but yesterday was an exciting day. More on that to come.

Like the originator of this writing prompt, I cannot think of things that act as my cross to bear. I’m impatient sometimes, but who isn’t?

The only thing that I can think of would be my insatiable desire to always see things improve. Always. Don’t get me wrong. This benefits me greatly professionally and academically. It benefits me insofar as I have control. Once I cannot control the level of excellence something may attain, I have severe problems. I struggle to handle things. My impatience meter explodes. I want to give up.

This even applies to me. For instance: Once, I tried sewing. I became frustrated because I wasn’t an instant natural and expert. I cried. Silliness. I then became frustrated that I had these feelings and couldn’t control them. Things seemed to spiral out of control.

Dumb.

But I have a great life with a wonderful husband and family. So, other complaints are just static.

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To My Husband

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Dearest Husband,

Today is your birthday.  An ordinary birthday.  No milestone.  You’re young, but no spring break college guy with ignorance ruling your brain and other organs.

I’ve been married to you less than three years.  I’ll be honest, when we said, “I do,” I thought that was when the short countdown had started that would tick off the seconds until you would stop being as awesome as I hoped you were.

You’ve done the opposite.

You’ve shown me what Christ’s love really is.  Even when I’m feeling as though I am at my worst, you remind me that you love the snot out of me.  That you think the world of me.  And that you love me no matter how horrible and slow and emotionally wrecked I may be.

You’ve shown me what a best friend really is.  My whole life, I searched for best friends who would accept me and be themselves around me as well.  You are that person.  You accept all versions of me: smart, ditsy, polished, grungy, creative, boring, goofy, serious, organized, flaky, grumpy, friendly.

I tell you these things all the time.  I love that about our marriage.  We can give one another what may feel like corny compliments.  But those compliments help us to trust one another even more, since we both struggle to accept ourselves in our imperfections.

Even at your worst, you impress me.  I’d say that you’re better than me when you’re at your worst. But you’d hate that I say that, denying it fervently.  I am continually impressed at how you carefully, diligently, and lovingly join with me to handle conflicts, problems, and concerns.  You’re the best teammate ever.  And I trust you.

So, on this day, an ordinary birthday, I look forward to spending many more birthdays with you.  Traveling with you.  Attempting spontaneity with you.  Seeking Christ with you.  Laughing with you.  Crying with you.  Dancing in the kitchen with you. Making decisions with you.  

Happy birthday,

Your Cute Wife