Faithful man

My husband has been working hard lately to establish a morning routine for us. Partly to help with consistency in our private worship, and also to wake the kids up at an earlier time so they will go to bed at a decent time. (This isn't working out perfectly since they always wake up at a good time but bedtimes still require a fair amount of discipline to actually keep the kids IN their beds, but that's another story.) So WH wakes the children up and keeps them away from me for about 30 minutes so I can read my Bible and drink my coffee in solitude. I think he knows that most days it's the only quiet I have. We stayed up late last night doing a puzzle for our date night (also another story) so I was still in bed and got to watch their morning ritual.

He wakes the kids up after he gets out of the shower, and then he lets them cozy down in our bed and one of them chooses his shirt, and the other picks out his tie. They were surprisingly decisive, as if they do this every day. Sweet A has fairly definitive tastes in fashion. Most days, after he is dressed and ready to go he pours them their juice (a kid's coffee equivalent) so that he can leave me with the kids sitting at the table. All these little things seem to improve the moods of the entire household. When all goes as planned, the children aren't ravenously waiting for me to make their breakfast and I have had a chance to pray through the day and greet them with a genuine smile.

And just so you know that it does not always work out this way, on Tuesday- when the kids woke up just after 6:30am and I was having a particularly grumpy day- I almost started crying when I saw them. Bad mommy. No one wants to start their day looking at a hormonal and sour mother. Although, they aren't supposed to come out until WH comes. Bad children.




Today, WH (who used to manage- and occasionally bake for- a coffee shop) greeted us with these. He made them for his co-workers:


I would ask "what other man makes scones for his wife and children before they wake up"? but I'm sure there are others. My dad would do something like that...maybe biscuits, not scones. But he is a great cook (and an early riser). And other husbands minister in wonderful ways that don't involve scones but are just as appreciated.

So, this is just a little tribute to my husband, who not only makes me do the things I want to do (get out of bed early, spend time alone in the Word), but facilitates it and makes it easy(er).

Proverbs 20:6 "Who can find a faithful man?"