Drinking Martinis with My Pastor's Wife

I went to Baba Budan's in Clifton and enjoyed their signature drink with a very cool chick. Yes, she happens to be my pastor's wife.

Now, the pastors' wives that I watched growing up wore the long floral dresses, and either wore their hair in a bun and no make up, their hair was 3 feet X 3 feet and their make up rubbed off on you as you stepped foot into the church. I don't remember hearing a pastor's wife talk about the challenges of marriage, motherhood, career, family holidays, or The Role of The Pastor's Wife. Everything was always so wonderful, so nice, so perfect, so full of content, so unachievable.

I'm so grateful to have a pastor's wife that I can sit down with and have a drink with and really get to know. She occasionally gives us vignettes into her person, her heart. I want to know my pastor's wife is real, you know? It's so great to know that she understands the challenges of life; to know when you share with her, it's OK. She isn't taking you off of the church Christmas party list, because you aren't the perfect, put together, everything's wonderful woman. No, you are on the Christmas party list, because God blessed her with a big warm heart, a laid back easy way, and desire to occassionally have a round of martini's with the (not so perfect) girls.

Cheers, Brooke!