When I married Austin Fife, I knew I was getting a very good man. I knew a decent amount about him and what he stood for; his dreams and desires. I knew I loved him and wanted to be with him forever.
I had no idea what I was really getting.
The man I married is more selfless, humble, powerful, and Christ-like than I ever could have dreamed.
When Austin was 16 years old, he knew a girl who justified her boyfriend's terrible behavior because of the hard times he was facing. Even as a teenager this confused him because he figured the best test of a person's character is hard times. Anyone can be awesome when life is perfect.
This last week has been "hard times." The intense pressure of moving, becoming parents, and assuming a new role at work have been draining. This is where true character is tested, and my husband has blown me away.
Not many men could endure the stress of last week and still be alert and patient enough to come to the rescue when James and I are both crying inconsolably at 2 AM.
When everything goes wrong (three billion stores before finding an ethernet cord, a dead end dirt road while hauling the boat, etc.) he still comes home with a kiss for me and James and jokes about moldy towels, and old rangers.
With a mile long "to do" list, empty stomach, and exhausted body he listens sincerely to me rave about James' first bath because he wishes he had been there.
I guess being a dad is pretty hard work.
I love you Austin Fife.
I'm so blessed to have you.