Half Made Man

Being this my first blog, Intro: I have decided to blog as an outlet, and outreach to anyone trying to pave their own way along life's dirt roads.  This blog is in memory of my father, who in my eyes was his own man.  I hope to write tales of my more adventurous days of past, present, and future, and share with you the joy of mistakes, and lessons learned along the way.
A wife with a pen and paper can only be making a list for her husband, and with a baby on the way, it won't be short.
The car was cooling in the driveway with a trunk full of hardware store home upgrades while my wife and I embarked on a night walk under a star filled sky.  We talked about the day and were often interrupted by each others need to whistle for one or both of our boy dogs that were running loose everywhere but with us.  Suddenly came the topic that had me in the dog house nearly all week.  Back story: I had been foiled in my attempt to keep something from my wife until I deemed it the "right time" to talk about it.  It started with just one lie (it was more of an avoided answer/subject change) and ended with several not so brilliant lies.  As we talked about it on our walk I felt relieved that she hadn't castrated me yet, but more honestly I felt so relieved to not have to lie to her anymore.  The relief was nice, but the guilt was wretched.  Imagining the trust that she had lost in me because of my foolishness, and the added stress this would induce in her life, made me sick to be me.  Women are always right, the right woman can be a shepherd in times of need, although some men might spell shepherd with a capital B.  She told me what she expected from me, and like always, everyone of her "suggestions" were things that I knew I needed to do to better myself/situation that I put myself into without her help.  We all know how hard it is to drive a car with a woman in the passenger seat, but try navigating life without a woman by your side. -Dang near impossible! -both of 'em!

For every stitch a story.

The obvious lesson learned is that for better or worse you ought to be available to communicate with your spouse, whenever/wherever- two minds can conquer more than an elephant. In my parents marriage I can recall a few lies passed back and fourth between the two of them, but things were always better around the house when honesty was home.  Lesson 8 of being your own man: be your wife's man.