My Valentine

  • By Trish Berg
  • February 14, 2013
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Struggling with loads of laundry, clutter in the kitchen and chaos in your life? Stress can easily steal our joy. Trish Berg reminds us to simplify the small stuff and find Joy in the Journey. There comes a time in every woman’s life when she ponders who she is in the scheme of the universe. I was reminded of my true position in life last week on Valentine’s Day when I celebrated the holiday with my one true love – my husband, Mike. Mike can be a bit ornery on occasion. (Ok, a lot ornery all the time.) But he comes by these traits honestly. His Grandfather was the same way, and used to tease waitresses every time we went out to dinner. But Pa Pa Hart always left a wake of smiles and laughter behind, and Mike does, too. Mike still gives me that funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. That familiar feeling, one I had experienced at other times in my life. Like when Mike stood next to me in the lunch line in the college cafeteria when we spoke for the first time; or when he smiled at me in stats class a week later. Those familiar butterflies that danced in my stomach when we had our first kiss on the dance floor at a local college hang out. (And for the record, he kissed me first, even though he swears I leaned in.) Mike has blessed me with twenty-four years of laughter and joy, and on occasion, butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Sometimes I am reminded of his impact in the world, like when a former student or student-athlete calls to thank him for the difference he made in their life, or when we run into one of his former baseball players at Lowes and he reminds me of the difference-maker my husband is in this world. Sometimes it catches me off guard because I tend to take him for granted. I was born Patricia Ellen, and was Patty all through high school and into college. Then I met Mike, he began calling me Trish, and my life changed forever. We surely have our ups and downs, like any family does. Life with four children is busy, and some days I need a degree in transportation logistics just to get through the car-pooling. But I wouldn’t want to journey in this life with anyone by Mike. And God continues to surprise us. I never pictured myself living on a farm and I know Mike never pictured his life being discussed in the newspaper. So I guess we both have adapted fairly well to the journey we have together. I am still not sure if I know who I am in the scheme of the universe, or where I fit into it all. But I do know that the Lord has blessed me with a husband who loves me, and who leaves a wake of joy and laughter in his path, just like his grandfather did. Together, we have the honor of raising four beautiful children, and that’s enough for me. You might call me Trish, but I doubt that I could ever treasure any name more than being Mike’s wife. Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetie.


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