Sunday, July 29, 2012

Blessed is the man...

It's the end of July.
And you know what that means, don't you?
It's birthday season around here.
E's, then Beve's, then mine.
We celebrated E's Friday night with pulled-pork, raspberry shortcake, and the opening ceremonies of the Olympics (though her birthday was the 25th).

Today is Beve's. He turns 56 today, which appeals to something in my pattern-loving soul, because he was born in '56.  I'll have to wait two whole years to hit such a mark myself. And our kids--should they live so long, will be about Grampie's age before they see such a day.

But I digress.
Beve's birthday.  So I was thinking that I might write 56 things you might not know about him, but that seems like a daunting task, not to mention frightfully boring to those of you who aren't me. As did my next idea of 56 words to describe him--again an exercise only esoterically interesting. But I do want to honor this man whom I've know for all but ten and loved for over half of those 56 years.  Hence, a small bit of both...but NOT 56.
First: 5.6 things you might not know about Beve:
1. He's left-handed but golfs and bats right-handed (which I find somewhat disloyal to all us truly left-handed people out there, but whatcha gonna do?)
2. He sweats more easily than anyone I've ever known. When he was playing basketball all the time, he never wanted to be 'skins' in pick-up games, because he always needed his shirt to wipe off the sweat. And he can sweat just eating a hot dinner.  However, he never stinks. Really. And I have to say, "It's just not right!" that he doesn't. I mean, all that dripping sweat and no smell? Where's the justice?
3. His mother predicted his exact birthdate in the local newspaper. She was sitting at a baseball game, not even in labor, when a reporter stopped by to talk. Grampie was enough of a local legend that she was well-known in Eugene, Oregon and she wasn't easy to miss herself. So he asked about the baby, and she said, "I might just have this baby about this time tomorrow."  And she did.
4. He's played basketball in five decades, four continents, nine countries, fifteen states, and hundreds of gyms. He was in the first All-State All-Star game our state ever held...and hasn't played in about 8 years now. There was a time when he couldn't imagine a week without playing. Now he can't imagine making it up and down the court. That's been one of the hardest losses of his life.
5. He's always misplacing things. Once he even got to school (after playing a pick-up game of hoop in the morning) and realized he hadn't remembered to bring any work clothes. For the problem, see #2 above.  And when I checked, there were his clothes, laid out very carefully by the front door. Oh, the things he forgets.  Let's just hope it doesn't mean anything other than that he has too much on his mind!
.6.  I began calling him Beve the first year of our marriage. It came from his father calling him Stevie-Boy. In my family, it's been a long-held tradition to twist words: Take a shower becomes Shake a tower, for instance. So Stevie-Boy became Bevie-Stoy. And from there, Beve. Sometimes, Bevie, sometimes Stoy-Boy.

And 5.6 words about Beve:
1. Servant--this is the "DUH!" of the bunch. THE word for Beve. I know no-one with more of a servant's heart than him. Baking, moving, mowing, driving, simply being--he goes out of his way to serve, and anticipates others' needs. This is his 'made in God's image' gift.
2. Witty--Beve's one of the funniest, quickest people I know. And has a well-hewn sense of the ridiculous. It might be hidden at first sight, but in small groups, watch out!
3. Loyal--To me, our children, of course. But also a large circle of friends, he's dependable. Deeply committed. No matter what
4. Steady--The weight of our world is on his shoulders and he bears it. God has given him this ability.
5.  Pure in heart--Beve is really one of the purest men I know. This might sound funny since I'm talking about my husband, but he really is. Even though he deals with ugly stuff at work, he holds himself to a very high standard. God's standards. He walks in a manner worthy of the Gospel.  That's his goal. I want to be like him when I grow up.
.6. Good-looking (this is the .6 because it's so superficial) He is. Dang, it, he's even aging well, even if his hair is gray now.

So happy 56th Birthday, Beve. I'm grateful for your presence in my life. You really are a Psalm 1 man.

Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked
Or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers.
But his delight is in the law of the Lord, 
And on His law he meditates day and night.
He is like a tree planted by streams of water,
which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither.
Whatever he does prospers.
Not so the wicked:
They are like chaff that the wind blows away.
Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.
For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous,
but the way of the wicked will perish.

2 comments:

Pamela M. Steiner said...

What a marvelous tribute to your husband! I don't which of you is more blessed...him to have you noticing and appreciating all of these wonderful qualities, or you, to have such a man and to be hanging on to him for keeps! Blessings on both of you...especially birthday blessings to "Beve" or Steve, or whatever you want to call him! :)

Pamela M. Steiner said...

That should have said, I don't KNOW which of you is more blessed... sorry...brain raced ahead of fingers again or something like that. Oh, shoot, now I have to prove I'm not a robot again. I really don't like these things...but I did want to correct my mistake, so here goes: