Archive | November, 2016

All the little things

23 Nov

The water filter is broken… the washing basket is broken… even the bin isn’t working as well as it once was… and I realise that honestly, I guess it’s okay for them to break because we got these things when we were married – 15 years ago. So, the reality is they have all probably done really well considering the rough treatment they have had.

It also makes me realise a number of other things…

Firstly, I sit here on the couch feeling pretty tired after the last couple of shifts. Dave is away. He’s travelling for work and will be back in another 12 days or so… I’m tired. My home is quiet. I miss my husband.

The water filter is broken… I’ve looked at it and then gone away and thought about how I could fix it, then looked at it again… and repeated this – four times already this morning.  If he was here, it would already be fixed. The water would not still be leaking, and I wouldn’t have had a flood on the floor… I take for granted how handy he is at fixing all the odd jobs around the house as they crop up. Especially because those jobs always seem to crop up the second he goes away on a work trip!

The washing basket is broken… I notice as I pull all my clothes out to hang them on the line. My running clothes aren’t hung up next to his today because his aren’t there to be washed. My running buddy is travelling.

The bin is broken… Those mundane jobs like taking out the rubbish aren’t even shared when Dave is away.

15 years…  That’s a decent amount of time. So many experiences shared. Most of my memories now have the two of us, thinking about time pre-Dave seems pretty much forever ago. I admit though, that as I sit here, I realise how much I take him for granted. So… today I’m doing a public shout out to my husband.

One could not ask for a bigger supporter… Since we’ve been married I’ve now done two bachelor degrees and have just finished a postgraduate certificate – he’s always supported me with my study and encouraged me to take on new challenges (I swear though Dave, NO MORE STUDY!).  He’s encouraged me through various sporting achievements, and joins me in many of those that involve running. If they involve more than running, he shows his support by purchasing something that will make my goals more achievable, and encourages me by being on the sidelines (with coffee of course because he’s normally got up before the sun to be there).

He’s a listener… they say that men aren’t that great at listening, but when I come home from a long day/night at work he’s always there to ask me how my shift was.  While sometimes it is hard to put into words, or I wish I could somehow explain how tiring a certain aspect of it was, he always takes the time to ask.  I didn’t realise how much this helps me debrief, and how much better I can rest after a shift, until the home I come home to is dark and empty…

He really is Mr Fixit… As I take the time to look around the house I realise all the things he’s made, or had to fix over time, and the urgent stuff is always done quickly, the not so urgent stuff gets attended to when he’s got some free time…

He works hard… Probably he’s a workaholic – if he wasn’t working I don’t know what he’d do! All his free time is taken up with work, problem solving, helping others find a solution, or teaching others how to improve. If it’s not his paid employment its working on things for the church. I appreciate his hard work, it means things like – we have food in our stomach and clothes to wear, we can live in a nice home, travel, visit family, and have holidays together.

He takes care of me… I’ve had my share of various health problems over the 15 years… and he’s been through them all!  He’s never far away with a “kashian” (Indonesian for “you poor thing”), painkillers or taking time to visit various specialists with me. Here’s to a far healthier next 15 years!  I think he’s better at taking care of me than I am of him (who should be the nurse in our family??).  Now, after being attacked by a killer jellyfish (ok perhaps a slight exaggeration), I’m even sending him photos so that he can take care of me from afar… or maybe it’s just for that sympathy “kashian”…

I could keep going on actually… he supports me and my crazy family, he ensures I have something substantial to eat when I get home at 7.30/8pm after work, he is on the body corporate so our home is well maintained, he ensures our cars get to mechanics so they work when I turn the key, he is the technological guru of our home…

I realise how blessed I am to have Dave and I really don’t want to take that for granted.  I’m thankful that we get to do life together.  I’m thankful for all the little things that Dave does, that together become big things.

The song our friend sung at our wedding is as true today as it was back then. I believe in you, I support you, I’m thankful for you.  See you in a couple of weeks… ox


Somewhere there’s a river
Looking for a stream
Somewhere there’s a dreamer
Looking for a dream
Somewhere there’s a drifter
Trying to find his way
Somewhere someone’s waiting
To hear somebody say

I believe in you
I can’t even count the ways that
I believe in you
And all I want to do is help you to
Believe in you

Somewhere there’s an angel
Trying to earn his wings
Somewhere there’s a silent voice
Learning how to sing
Some of us can’t move ahead
We’re paralyzed with fear
And everybody’s listening
‘Cause we all need to hear

I will hold you up
I will help you stand
I will comfort you when you need a friend
I will be the voice that’s calling out