There are many things I take for granted far too easily. Having a precious husband is one of them. He is not the rose petals on the bed type...I am fine with that, because that is not my love language. Instead he is strong, steady reliable and true. He listens to me when I talk. He 'gets' me. He understands my crazy independent spirit. He doesn't point out my weaknesses and inadequacies, chosing instead to reinforce my strengths. He bears with the fact that I am a terrible complainer when I have the slightest ailment. He accepts that I hate being late--and that it makes me unnecessarily snappy. He is a busy man, who still manages to make himself available when I need him.
He is a man of his word who loves me in a way I never knew was possible. He makes sure to hug me in front of the children and say, "I sure do love your Mommy." It seems like such a little thing, but I hope it leaves an impression on my children's hearts about how honor and respect look in a marriage. What's that old saying? The best thing a Father can do for his children is love their Mommy.
He doesn't always get my best. I write to say the things I too often forget to speak. I appreciate, respect and adore my husband.
He is not perfect (neither am I), but he is God's perfect gift for me.
3 comments:
Cheers to GREAT daddies and husbands!! I snagged one of them too!!
your posts seem to be lead by the holy spirit this week...aimed straight at me :) the one a couple of days ago about justifying happiness when others have to deal with sorrow, sadness, etc. hit a chord with me today--especially after hearing the news about Fort Hood. and just last night i was thanking the Lord for my husband--thanking Him for giving me "MY someone".
...we've got an amazing God ;)
{thanks for your words!}
How very fortunate you are!
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