Yesterday Lisa woke up not feeling so great.  And, as the day progressed, things just got worse.  By mid-day it was clear that she was down for the count.  This meant that I was in full-on daddy duty with the kid.  And while I do consider myself to be a pretty good parent, I realized quite quickly that all of my parental skills pale in comparison to those of my wife.

As I spent a good portion of the day trying to decipher the mumblings of a two year old, cleaning up messes, keeping her out of harms way, and dealing with periodic meltdowns (Ava’s meltdowns, not mine), I could not help but think, “My wife is a gift.”

My wife is a gift not simply in that she manages our home and teaches Ava as her full time vocation, no.  What makes my wife an incredible gift is in how she does it all: with patience, grace, joy, creativity, and a constant grasp of how each present moment is shaping our future daughter.

Lisa and I were high school sweethearts.  We’ve been together since we were 14 years old.  And what never ceases to amaze me is how the girl I got to know some 13 years ago has matured before my eyes into a confident, incredible woman of faith and grace.

I’m glad to say that Lisa is feeling fine today.  And I am feeling richly blessed.  “Give her the reward she has earned; and let her works bring her praise…” Prov. 31