Pancake or waffle? How do you hold hands with the different people in your life, whether spouse or tiny people?
Pancake refers to hand in hand, and waffle is fingers intertwined, in case you weren’t sure.
The first time Brett ever reached for my hand, he completely pancaked me. In his defense, he’d only been spending his last couple of years going to class and being with Averi.
The first time I ever saw him, I knew immediately I was going to marry him someday. Without a doubt. He was working at a part time job in retail while he was going back to school, and it wasn’t somewhere I frequented often. Being from a small town, everyone knows everyone, but I had definitely never seen him before.
After a couple of “random” trips in there for things I didn’t really need and not seeing him, I did the unthinkable and turned to Facebook. Luckily, I remembered the name on his name tag and he was easy to find. All in all, it took a couple weeks to work up the nerve to act on anything, but once I did and I chatted him up, it’s been almost 6 years and apart from the occasional silent treatment I hand out, we haven’t stopped.
Our first date was a drive-in movie, and the first time I met his family was at a wedding, cue the pancake hand hold. Talk about pressure the make a good first impression.
When I think about the beginning of us, my mind is blown away by the whirlwind that ensued.
We started dating right at the start of May, by the middle of October we were married, and Luci was born May 1st. I wouldn’t change a single thing.
Marriage is hard, and we’ve had our fair share of tough times, but no couple is perfect.
Six years in, and not once has he raised his voice at me or called me a name. I wish I could same the same, but what I can do is strive to be better tomorrow, and everyday after.
We make our marriage flourish when we are intentional about watering it, tending to it, and being present with each other.
Some days are much harder than others, and life is always trying to get in the way. But, at some point, we get our focus back on God and start down the right path again.
Watching him with our kids, seeing the everyday hard work and long hours he puts in to provide for our family, and the constant love he he gives us really makes me realize how blessed we are.
See, he came from a home with two parents who never fought and tons of family, whereas I came from the exact opposite. We both still have our own demons of sorts that lurk in the shadows, but it’s comforting to know neither of us will ever face them alone.
Together we will continue to learn, grow, thrive, succeed, and reap a bountiful harvest.