Game #2 of high school football is complete,
Coach Husband is currently napping in the recliner & I am attempting to
quietly clean house around him. This
week I have dealt with the exterminator {don’t ask…but if you find yourself
moving into a new home that has sat vacant for almost nine months, schedule the
exterminator way before you move in}, dishwasher repair man, carpet installers,
a no-show yard man {happy anniversary present Coach, no yard work through
football season} and a classroom full of kindergarteners. Around Thursday night while CH was finishing
up his freshman coach responsibilities and I was once again almost asleep
before he was home I found myself feeling resentful. Resentful that I was left to deal with all
these little things that cropped up this week by myself. I held on to that feeling until Friday night
after a hard fought win when I saw the team celebrating at mid-field and
received a (side) hug from a young man that despite what life has thrown at
him, has risen above and is refusing to settle for what everyone thinks he
deserves. His face lit up and his words
were, “Can’t wait for next week.”
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post-game smiles this week after another win
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And I realized again in that moment that Coach
Husband is not mine alone. I have the privilege
and honor to share him with a group of boys on the cusp of becoming men. So last night when he crawled into bed around
2 a.m., and then this morning when the alarm went off at 6:45 I thanked God for
giving me a Coach as a teammate through life.
This #coachswifelife is such a blessing and one I am grateful to be
apart of. It might have been 3rd & long this week in respects to me winning the game against Satan, but I'm playing on the same team as King of Kings. It won’t be the last time darkness creeps in with selfish thoughts and reactions, but I refuse to let him win, steal my joy or my support of Coach.
Tomorrow we start game week three and I'm ready for the all out blitz.
