It's not often I get to sit with my husband at weddings. He's either at the piano or a mic or both while I sit in the congregation and gaze at him adoringly (or something like that). But this weekend I got to sit WITH him, as in side by side, at a beautiful outdoor wedding, the wind gently blowing around us, the string quartet providing wonderful ambiance.
And I liked it. I liked it a lot. It's not that I mind sitting by myself. I can't tell you the number of weddings I've sat anonymously in the crowd and listened to people around me comment on how wonderful the piano player is. That's kind of fun. Sometimes I imagine I'm a secret agent with classified information about the subject of interest. "Yes, the man has great keyboard skills, but that's only the tip of the iceberg to his wonderfulness," I think, with a sly smile on my face.
Does anyone else notice how goofy he looks when he concentrates on his performance and gets "piano face?" Have they ever seen the way his face lights up when he laughs really hard? I'm certain no one has any idea how cute he is while shaving in his underwear (Mmm, mmm, mmm). If it's a large wedding and the postlude lasts forever, I nearly bust with my vast amounts of secret knowledge.
So as I enjoyed a sunny Saturday afternoon wedding, I had to ask myself why sitting WITH him was so much better than watching him. I came to one conclusion.
I like being identified with him. I like people seeing we go together. I like being known as the Boesigers. We joke around at our house about being "as one," usually in the context that if one of us completes a task it's unnecessary for the other to do it--"If you're attending that meeting there's no reason for me to. We are as one" or "If you exercised today, I'm good. We are as one." You get the picture.
But all kidding aside, we ARE as one and I like being recognized as such. I am his and he is mine and we love it that way. (At least I think he does. Maybe I should ask!) Marriage has been an awesome ride for Mr. and Mrs. Boesiger and I like to think it shows. I pray if people see it, they want to work at their marriages all the more. I enjoy being associated with him. I'm proud of him. I get great satisfaction in being known as his wife.
And possessing secret knowledge (insert sardonic laugh).
4 comments:
This is beautiful, Tami. My husband has no music skills but he does other things that I can sit back and admire. But like you, I like it best when we can do things together.
He used to referee high school basketball games and I would go sit in the stands to watch him. Opposite of what you hear about beautiful piano playing, most people do NOT praise the referee, especially if their team is losing. :-) There were a couple of times where I had to let someone know that I was the WIFE of the referee, thank you very much, and they stopped the bad mouthing.
And I like having inside knowledge about him too.
Tami, I really enjoyed this post. I feel the same way looking on at my husband in the spotlight if he has a function or something. You should hear him speak at prayer meetings.. I feel proud(I even feel a little jealous at having to share him) but... I LOVE being at his side most of all. At weddings I reminisce and get misty-eyed about our own and how many years have gone by and then I feel my heart ready to burst that I'm the one who he chose to share his life with and I get to walk by on his arm, dance with him and share secret smiles with.
Thanks you for sharing... what a great reminder that we're our husbands' cheerleaders! I think I'll go send him a teeny tiny text message now ;-)
Love & Blessings
Tami - Has anyone told you lately that your husband is a lucky guy?
They should. Few enjoy the unconditional support and appreciation that you offer him on a regular basis. Good for you!
No wonder you are reaping the rewards (even if some of them are secret.) :)
Lisa--Oh my. I don't know if my heart could take hearing the criticism that a ref gets. Yikes! Good for you to speak up!
Lisa Marie--I hope your text sparks some flames that make you both smile all day long. You go girl.
Marsha--I have a friend who tells me consistently, "Talking him up is so easy for you." I guess I can't help it. I really like the guy! Plus, don't forget he is working on 52 weeks of romance. Let me tell you, he's reaping all kinds of secret rewards for that!
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