My dearest love,
There are a lot of reasons why shopping for you has been difficult this Christmas. It’s not been because you are difficult. You have been the portrait of grace and understanding, and with our little one on the way soon, you even selflessly asked for something for her, not for you, this Christmas.
But it is difficult to shop for a pregnant mom whose due date is fewer than 2 months away, who already has all the electronic gadgets I can afford to buy her. We are officially, “out of my wheelhouse” in terms of things I can find for you at a store.
Let’s chalk that one up to “facts of life,” and figure something else out. Because even though we are out of my wheelhouse, I still want you to know that I love you and appreciate all you have to offer.
I know it’s been hard. Over the past 28 months we’ve been married, you’ve been pregnant for about 18 of them. That’s a pretty impressive ratio! You quit your job, and you’ve been doing your part to take care of this family. Without your contribution, our family simply doesn’t work like it does.
Yet you still have a creativity streak that demands expression. You have a voice that should be heard. You have talents that delight and defy my understanding, but I am so glad that I get to appreciate them.
Don’t let the fact that I want to appreciate them more lead you to believe this gift is completely self-interested. I mean it is, but this is something you’ve been asking for all year.
I am more than happy to oblige.
I’ve titled this blog
“Texas Hope,” “This Beck Life,” because it’s what you wanted, and that is a blessing I wish to extend to you. It is also what you are to me and have been to me since I met you. Plus, it is a gift I know you can share with others, through your struggles and victories, you can be a blessing to others as they try to figure out what hope looks like in a broken world.
And I will be with you, every step of the way.