So. Yesterday was our first Porterville Night since the wedding.
Which means we would all be hanging out as a bunch of married folks.
That is wonderful, surreal, and weird all rolled up in one.
So I had to commemorate the occasion.
So I formed us The Wifey Club.
We were missing the second to oldest wifey, Mrs. Sirven...it would have been perfect with her here.
But here are the two other members...besides myself, Mrs. Holden, the President of The Wifey Club.
(they don't know I'm the president...I just made that up.)
She's been a wifey for a little over a year now and it seems to be agreeing with her a little bit.
Okay, a lot. Like really a lot.
And Mrs. McMullen.
She's' fresh off the turnip truck and being a wifey is a dream come true.
And this is Henry...
He's not a wifey, obviously, but we allowed him to hang out with us because he's just so darn cute.
And this is me.
Mrs. Holden, also their momma.
They have all been pretty excited about becoming a wifey.
I have loved being one for the past 25 years and hope they have always seen the honor and privilege I have serving their dad. They've seen me mess it up a bunch too but I pray they left our home equipped with what they need to start off this new journey they are on.
And I'm so glad they have each other.
Their big sister has been a wifey almost six years now and has paved the road of wifeyhood (and motherhood) with much experience and wisdom. It blesses me knowing they all have each other to lean on and laugh with and to do this thing together.
Being a wifey isn't always like looking through rose colored glasses. It can be challenging...even ugly at times. It takes work to be the woman God created us to be and the helpmates to our husbands. It takes sacrifice and seriously, who just absolutely loves sacrificing?...In our flesh, we want things our way.
I pray that through it all...the good times and the bad times that will come,
they will always see wifeyhood as a blessing.
Something that makes their life richer.
Because it does.
Being a wifey rocks!
Being a wifey to their daddy is the best.
When they were each born and we were choosing their names, of course we picked something that sounded good with our last name, Holden. We knew one day that name would change and I always wondered what their names would be. I mean, I've been a Holden much longer now than I have been a Cooper. And names were a super big topic in this house full of women. I mean, they've had lists of baby names since they were all 10 years old.
It's so ironic that they all ended up with last names like Holden...
They all end with n's...have the same kinda sound as their original.
Thought that was neat.
So this Wifey Club thing is really cool.
Best club I've ever joined. :)
Even the Lord likes The Wifey Club.....
"He who finds a wife finds a good thing, and obtains favor form the Lord."