What do I love more than him?

Today as my darling mechanic was tinkering on his dirt bike, I was feeling replaced. Imagine me sitting on the couch, arms crossed, glaring at him, and thinking, "He just doesn't love me, he loves that stupid dirt bike more than me. First it's the truck, now it's the dirt bike, what will it be tomorrow?" Pout, pout, pout.

Then, as I was sitting there, pouting, I started thinking about what do I love more than him? Does he ever feel the way I was feeling? When he is sitting next to me on the couch, and I am playing games on my computer, is he thinking, "She just doesn't love me, she loves that stupid game more than me."? When he asks if we can snuggle, or talk, or just spend time together, and I say, "I can't, I have the dishes to do, the floor to sweep, the laundry to fold, and supper to cook.", does he think, "She just doesn't love me, she loves cleaning this stupid house more than she loves me."?

I know he doesn't really love the dirt bike more than he loves me, so I need to work on my petty jealousy, but I also need to work on putting him before computer games, and before the housework. I can play games when he is at work, I can clean the house when he is at work, but when he is home, I need to put him first, and spend time with him. That is my twofold challenge for myself this week, stop petty jealousies, but also, put my darling mechanic first, and love him before anything else, except for God, of course. :)

Happy and at Peace

For about a month now, I have been following my daily tasks list, pretty much a daily schedule, but without having specific times set, a list of things I should accomplish morning, afternoon, and night. I know that for me, a schedule, and having specific times set, make me feel like a failure if I don't get everything done by a certain time. I do have goals in mind for getting up, for meals, and for going to bed, and for the most part, I do make those goals, but the rest of my day is pretty flexible.
I have found, though, that having my daily tasks written down and getting them done, along with finally having a menu written out, makes me so much happier and at peace. I enjoy being at home now, and I am not asking my darling mechanic almost every night if, "we can just go out so I don't have to look at this messy house anymore!" I am not stressed out all the time cause the house is a mess, and if you want to stop by for a visit, I won't be ashamed of my house, I will welcome you in with a smile.
Does this mean my house is always perfectly clean? Um, no. As much as I wish it was always perfectly clean, there are people living here, and that means that there will be messes, and the house will look lived in. And you know what? That is perfectly okay! For the most part, it is clean and tidy, and there is normally a candle lit, but what makes it home is that we are here.
Are there parts I want to change about our house? Yes there are, but I am learning to let go of my perfectionist side, and just be happy with the corner that is piled with my darling mechanic's tools, and such. If I don't get the bed perfectly made, that is okay. (And I am also learning that I need to let my mechanic make the bed because he makes it look much better than I do!)
At the end of the day though, I am happy when I go to bed, because I know I will wake up to a happy house, my amazing mechanic, little munchkin man kicking like crazy, and an idea of how my day will go. So, I can say that I am a happy and an at peace girl. :)

We are Truck People

I love living in a small country town, where it seems almost everyone drives a truck, where I drive a truck, wearing my cute skirt and shirt, listening to some country music. Have you ever noticed that country music sounds better in a truck? Well, it does!
There are so many songs as a tribute to trucks, with lyrics such as ‘there’s somethin bout a truck’, there’s somethin women love about a pickup man’, and many others. Country people love their trucks, and I’m proud to say that now I’m one of them. :)
     Here is my mechanic's favorite song, and probably favorite video devoted to trucks. Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6imb2FM56E

He is

Yep, that's him! :) My mechanic. And that is me next to him, so that is truly a picture of the beauty and the mechanic. He is the man that makes my heart smile whenever he smiles. He is the man who makes me want to try harder to be a better woman for him. He is the man who is cutest when he is all covered in dirt and grease. He is the man who when he is all dirty still gives me hugs and spins me around. 

He is the man who is always there for me, no matter what. He is the man who loves me more than anything, even his truck. He is the man who is teaching me to be his little assistant. He is the man who calls me beautiful even when I am wearing dirty jeans and a t shirt, and my hair is a mess. He is the man who grills the best chicken I have ever had. He is the man who I am so proud to say is mine.

He is the man whose ring I so proudly wear. He is the man who is not perfect, but then again, neither am I. He is the man who loves holding my hand whenever we are in the car. He is the man who makes me laugh, even when I really don't want to. He is the man who I love to call my mechanic.