The changes wash over me like waves

Quite often this weekend I've found myself thinking, "oh yeah?  If that's how I'm supposed to feel God is gonna have to change my mind himself."  I'm feeling quite stubborn, even though the multitude of "pastor's wife" comments generally encouraging.

I'm excited for my partner.  A man who has my back more than anyone ever has.  He's worked so hard to get to this point, to finally be at a place where the denomination will permit him to raise his hands above waist level when blessing the congregation (WTF?).  I cried, I beamed - he beamed - his grandpa cried - Rachie B. cried.  It was all so emotional.

And now it's the day after!  I'm sitting at my desk at the end of the work day, wondering how this will change our lives.  I'm scared that expectations of me will change, that Mike will be expected to drop all boundaries, and that Ministry will become the mistress of our family.  Anyway, more on that some other time.  Because, really?  This is freaking awesome.  And we are fucking blessed.