I didn't marry wealthy, I married willing.

It's possible that I have taken on too much. Lately parenting, keeping two barrel horses ridden, starting two new businesses, and training for my first half marathon has left very little time for blogging. Well, I say that...I write the most spectacular blog posts in my mind every morning in the shower. Unfortunately, inside my brain is also where blog posts go to die. The only reason I'm able to write this one is because I am waiting the prerequisite year and a half to see our pediatrician for my baby's three year old checkup. Seriously, I think she will be closer to four than three by the time we get out of here.

Life has been unbelievably stressful lately. Yes, yes I know. While my FB news feed is packed to the brim with people telling me what they are thankful for, I am being the party pooper. But I'm just telling the truth. I am blessed beyond measure, and I truly try not to take a single thing for granted. But the fact is, my husband quit his job out of loyalty to a coworker a couple of weeks ago, and starting our own new projects has predictably taken longer than expected.

That said, I support my husband's decision to quit 110%. He absolutely and without a doubt did the right thing. Now, because I believe in being honest with the fabulous folks who read my random thoughts and musings, I have to tell you that the fact that I believe in and support my husband did not stop me from being a scared wife. Uncertainty is never comfortable, and I am the first one to admit that I have been short or cranky with my husband simply because I was afraid of what the next day would hold. Fortunately for me, my husband is slow to anger and has the patience of Job. (Obviously, because he's still married to me!)

Like everyone else, I marvel all the time at what a diverse group of FB friends I have collected over the years. I am friends with lots of women. Single women, married women, women who work, women who stay home, gay women, straight women...pretty much any sort of woman you can think of. Therefore, there are a myriad of opinions at any given point in time. As I've gotten older (happens to the best of us) I have learned to occasionally sit back and watch the drama unfold without commenting. It's kind of like a car wreck that you can see coming. You know the big "boom" is coming, so you just draw up and wait.

The other day, it took all my self control to keep my fingers still when a working mom told a stay at home mom that obviously she "married wealthy." I could practically feel the disdain dripping from her comment. I managed to stay out of it at the time, but the more I thought about it the more it bothered me. 

So here's my response to her snarky comment, although she'll never see it. I didn't marry "wealthy," I married "willing." I married an amazing man who is willing to go out into the world, kill something and drag it home. He has had multiple jobs since we married, some that he loved and others he hated. But he's always agreed with me, that our children receive the best care from their mom. So off he goes every morning, my knight in shining armor. He would protect any of us with his life. He works hard. Occasionally he works Sundays, or holidays, or late into the night. He does dirty jobs, thankless jobs, and distasteful jobs. He does jobs that make his hands ache and his heart hurt. But he does them, for us. If that's not a true expression of love, I don't know what is.

I guess this post started out as a complaint, but in writing it I found out what I am truly thankful for. I'm thankful I married well, not wealthy. I'm thankful that in all the things that truly matter, my life is overflowing.