There are some days when I feel like I've got it all together. I've got the boys fed, cleaned, and calm. Matt was out the door on time, the house cleaned, a warm meal ready for my hungry men and I did it all with my hair fixed, makeup on, and a smile on my face.
These are my Proverbs 31 days, but I've got to keep it honest. These days don't seem to happen as often as I would like. Most days the only verse from Proverbs 31 I can relate to is "An excellent wife, who can find?" Yep, that's right, keep looking because she ain't here.
"She brings food from afar," I guess I can relate to if Kroger is considered afar. "Rising while it is still dark"? Well does nursing an infant during the middle of the night count? I probably shouldn't be considering any fields since my container garden is currently a heap of dead and tangled vines. I do not possess a green thumb in my DNA.
There are moments when Harrison looks at me and wonders what grouch has invaded his mother's body. There are times when I have weird ideas like the cobwebs in the corner could serve as all-natural, organic party decorations. There are nights when I justify a bowl of cereal as a completely nutritious dinner.
But something I've noticed...it's the days I feel furthest from the Proverbs 31 woman that I remember the most. The days that Harrison finds the highlighters while I'm vacuuming, or Jefferson spits-up all over the bedspread while I'm folding clothes. It's the days I'm running 30 minutes behind with my hair in a mess, and my mind going 300mph that Matt comes home and smiles.
See, to him, I am his perfect woman. I don't have to know how to look for flax or plant a vineyard. He loves me just the way I am. He doesn't mind the way I look after I run a few miles, or if my shirt smells like spit-up. He doesn't mind if his white shirt got thrown in with a red shirt and he now owns a brand new pink shirt. He put a ring on my hand and calls me his, even with all my flaws and anti-Proverbs 31 moments.