This Friday night the Mr. is having some of his guy buddies over to do man things, i.e. play a man game, eat man food, and simply bask in the over abundance of testosterone in the room. I'll be having a respective ladies night at a friend's house. We'll do girlie things, i.e. paint our finger and toe nails, eat girlie food, and enjoy chatting while sipping on a cup of warm something.
My, oh my how our two worlds are different. The man and the woman. Ever ponder on that awhile? It's mind blowing really, how polar opposite we are. That's neither here nor there.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. Taking my husband out on a date.
I want to do just that. Plan a fun, date night for this guy that revolves around him.
Why you ask?
Well, he spends his entire existence focusing his life around me. Our family. He is the most selfless husband I have ever encountered. He delights in my happiness. It's a beautiful thing.
I've found it's very rare that a wife takes her husband out. It's always the man who is expected to take his lady out for a nice dinner, see a movie, maybe do a little shopping, and give her a good foot rub when they get home. All I see in that is Wife, Wife, Wife, Wife, Wife.
Don't get me wrong. I love it when the Mr. initiates date night and takes me out for a wonderful evening. What I am saying though, is can't we as wives be more intentional about treating our husbands the same way we so enjoy being treated? I think so.
Clearly the proverbial Friday date night won't work this week. I had to come up with a different plan. So tonight, an otherwise typical Tuesday, I am surprising the Mr. with a fun date. Everthing will be geared toward what he loves.
Time for the wife to be selfless. Time for the husband to enjoy being the center of my attention.
You know that feeling you get when you're getting ready to bless the socks off someone? Whether it's cooking a meal for a friend, taking someone out for lunch, buying something at Target for them because it screamed their name? That. That's what I'm feeling. The excitement of his reaction and his smile when he realizes I was intentional about him.
It truly is more blessed to give than to receive.