Sunday, February 17, 2008
My blessing for this week is actually my blessing for everyday. It's Nate. Tomorrow he leaves for a couple days to Des Moines, Iowa where I hope he doesn't freeze to death! Why would anyone go to Iowa during this time of year when the high is 12 degrees and the low is in the negatives you might ask? (no offense to my family who live there - Megan and Staci and their families.)
I'll tell you why -- because Nate's a superstar! He works so hard for our family and it pays off. He's going to Iowa for his company to receive an award for his good work and it's not the first time he has flown out there. I am just proud of him because it's not everyone who can just decide to do an insurance/retirement planning commission-only job with a family to support and actually succeed. But Nate does. Many of his co-workers are shocked to hear that I stay at home and am having my third child. Like I said, he's a stud. He is the most success-oriented person I have ever met and owns the most business and success books of anyone I have ever met also. He is confident and knows his worth which is good for me to be around as he teaches me to have more confidence in myself.
Besides all his awesome work, he's a great dad who has two adoring daughters who call him "little buddy." Today I crashed after Stake Conference while he made a frozen pizza for he and the girls and then they snuggled and watched the end of an old John Wayne movie. They love being with their dad. And as for being a husband, he is all that I would ever want and has helped me through some of the hardest times of my life.
Oh, and I figured out this weekend why we have begun that horrible habit of eschewing the telephone: because of his work. His phone rings off the hook! And it's not just in the "normal business hours." We have had calls as early as 6:30 in the morning from clients! Then Friday night, a client called two times in a row at 9:30 and Nate finally picked it up the second time only to be asked a simple billing question -- hello! I think that justifies us eschewing the telephone.