High heels are working for us

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Incase you’ve been hiding under a rock or perhaps your family is financially supported in a way that is completely US economy-proofed, I thought I’d share this with you: The markets have been a little crazy and a lot down lately.

This has led to a rise in stress level for my dh, whose job is directly related to the market. He is an amazing man who works hard, loves fully, gives generously and as I said in our wedding vows 9 years ago, is God’s gift  to me.

I was designed to be his helpmate and this is a job I have been able to let slide for many years.

When I first became a mom, the adjustment was a hard one for me. And he gave me what I needed, supporting me, encouraging me and giving me breaks even when I didn’t know that was what I needed.

My husband stepped up to the plate and then some. I gave all I could, but he gave more. I just didn’t have much in me and he made up for it every step of the way.

And now it is my turn to step up to the plate and give my 100%, and then some.

It’s my turn to support him and do whatever I can to lighten his load… Without one single gripe or even a bad thought. He’s working like crazy while at the office (and still thinking about it when he’s not) yet he still manages to be home for a family dinner nearly every night by 6 p.m.

So I’m working harder to make our home as comforting as possible. I’m trying (yes trying) to keep it as stress-free around here as I can. And he’s noticed.

(I feel as though I’m finally earning my homemaker gold stars! But I’ve posted on why I think that is happening before. Guess there was a plan. And He wanted me ready!)

In addition to all my domestic duties, I’m trying to help in other ways.

My husband married a gal who took much better care of herself when we were dating. And lately, she’s been back. Not all the time, but more often than she was.

When he takes me out for our date night each week, (Yep. Every week– I told you he was a gift.) I try to take a little more care in my appearance and think about what he likes. I wear the clothes I know he likes to see me in. Even if my toes long for the flats, I slip on the heels… and off we go for our date.

Now, before you start judging who I am, let me tell you this: I’m the girl who drops off the kids sans makeup. In very casual clothes. I am not the primping type and if we run into each other at Target or the grocery store or even lunch or the mall I probably won’t have any makeup on. And I know he likes me that way, too.

But if it is date night, I’m ready. I’ve got the heels on… and not only does he like them, they make me feel a little sassy, too. And that is good for both of us.

So, the heels are working for us. They are letting us have a little more fun in our otherwise stressful lives. And they help us both remember that we are a man and a woman, husband and wife. And if it just takes that tiny effort to make both of us smile, I think I’ll keep it coming!

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