I am pampered. Well cared for, spoiled, and absolutely, completely, in love with the husband who takes such good care of me. I have been completely, totally pampered for the last 32 years. I think when Scott and I took our wedding vows there must have been a silent clause that he took that said, “I will love, cherish and pamper my wife, until death do us part.” I know I said “I will obey,” which I remember adamantly telling our pastor that I would not say, but it was in the vows and with stars in my eyes I never knew I ever said it, until I saw the video tape. Yet, I confess, I have obeyed his wishes, desires, and wants since the day that I uttered the words. God must have known that those things would align with mine anyway.
Tomorrow is our 32nd anniversary. I would have to say, as a pampered wife, life has been perfect. That being said, it has not always been easy. We have had many challenges in our career and family life. In some ways more than others, in other ways fewer, but definitely not idyllic. However, at every point in our relationship I have felt cherished and loved.
In the beginning, when we were just newlyweds who were trying to finish our degrees at Kansas State University, I felt loved when we found days that our schedules matched and we could have dinner together. A rare treat with each of us working retail jobs while trying to finish school. I also felt cherished when I would set off the smoke alarms trying to cook the perfect meal, and my darling husband would check the banking account to see if there was enough money to take me out to Country Kitchen for a meal.
Then I felt loved and pampered when he held my hand, and my head as I was sick through almost 8 months of my first pregnancy with my son, and he dealt with the stress of a pregnant wife and graduating KSU while looking for a job that would support us. It was real, and scary, but I was taken care of each and every day.
I felt pampered while he held my hand through every child’s labor, through the scary take offs and landings of each vacation that involved airflight, through the deaths and funerals of both of my parents and my best friend, and the weddings of my children. I have never felt alone. Even when he was on a business trip for weeks when the children were small. Even when everyone had the flu, and the tornado sirens were blowing, and I was alone, I was not because he was thinking about us and calling us and a constant source of support.
I felt pampered because he has done the dishes every night that I cooked dinner. That was the deal when we were in college, whoever cooked the meal didn’t have to clean the dishes. I have almost always cooked, which I prefer. I rarely burn a meal anymore. God must have known that I love to cook and he doesn’t mind dishes.
I have felt pampered to receive a hot cup of coffee everyday on my bedside table to help me wake up. When he travels, and I must get my own, it makes me miss his presence and realize how truly blessed I am which makes each cup of coffee even more precious.
As of tomorrow, we will have been married for 32 years. The journey is amazing. I hope and pray that I will never experience it without my dear husband. Thank you Scott, for always letting me know that with you at my side I am truly pampered.