My husband is amazing. He doesn't know that I'm writing this and will probably be embarrassed that I'm talking about him on here. Joe Mitchell is a man of God. I put that first because that's who he is first. He a son of God and a follower of Christ. He believes so strongly that Jesus is our Savior that you couldn't shake him free of those beliefs...they are who he is. Joe is also an amazing husband, father, son (to many), and friend. Joe is a servant is every sense of the word. He's kind and funny...and cool.
I have struggled for almost 4 years now with whether I "deserve" someone like Joe. If you knew me prior to meeting him you would not have put us together. From the day I met this man, God started to change my life.
Because Joe will NEVER write on this blog I thought I would give you a little more insight into my husband and best friend. He works very hard at his job every day. He comes home and the first thing he does is kiss me and then Ella. He wants to play with her more than any other option he could have. He forgoes hanging out with the boys and even his own "to dos" because he would rather just be with us. He works a full day and yet for the past year has gotten up at night when Ella needs something just to let me sleep. For a year now he has washed pumping equipment, bottles, and anything else needed for Ella...not because I've asked him to, but mostly because he wanted to make sure it was done right and so I wouldn't have to. He supports me with all of the decisions we have to make concerning Ella's care.
One of the greatest moments of being Joe's wife was almost a year ago. It was the day after Ella was born and we had just been woken up by the doctors and nurses to give us the news of her condition and to tell us that she was in the NICU and possibly wouldn't survive. We could have reacted in a lot of different ways, but Joe made sure that our family went to our knees first. He made sure that God would be glorified through Ella's life, however short it might have been at that point.
Joe is training for a marathon, but it amazing that he will put off running and training just to lay on the floor and talk to Ella about her day. He would rather spend "5 more minutes" with us, rather than train for something he really enjoys. He doesn't even look at it as a sacrifice...he just truly loves us and doesn't want to be without us. He even asked us to come outside and play while he was putting sod down. It's fun to be a family, but it's more fun when Joe loves our family. He is so supportive of all that Ella goes through. He reminds me daily that we are knitting, what seems like, the LARGEST sweater EVER! He also remembers to pray for a complete healing over Ella. I stop thinking that God will heal her completely, but Joe doesn't. He knows that God can heal her, but we both know He is glorified either way.
With Sara having to say goodbye to Mike for 9 months I realized how lucky I am to have Joe every night and every morning. To be able to lean on him for anything...even if it's just a doctors appointment that I don't want to attend alone. I can be a little crazy...Joe helps me not be QUITE so crazy.
