I Wouldn’t Have it any Other Way

I don’t think there is any person on this earth I’ve loved more than him.

And the strange thing is, I had a feeling that would be the case from the first time we met. And I love his passion…for life and for me. And I live for that way he looks at me with the “I-really-want-you” eyes, how he tucks his upper lip under mine, and how his arms encircle me.

I watch him rise before dawn and return home after dark and I admire his determination and focus. He protects and provides with a sureness that never wavers. He studies and reads and I watch him learn, and oh the discussions we have … crazy-heavy topics, that bend my mind and challenge my position. And I’m more full and complete for the learning and the growing.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’ve often wished I had a best girlfriend. The kind of friend you talk to every day who knows-every-single-little-nitty-gritty-detail-and-still-wants-to-be-with-you kind of girlfriend.

And while I’ve had close friends who I can always pick-back-up-with in a moment’s notice, he’s my best friend. I tell him everything. And I love that he listens to my wordy renditions of the day’s events and how he shares his concerns too. We have no secrets, because we learned the hazards of secrets long ago.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I watch him teach the kids to clean the house and show them games on his phone. And they go for walks on a Sunday afternoon and get ice cream cones together. Oh how attractive it all is to me.

He’s our decorator and fix-it-up guy, planning the improvements one room at a time and executing them with efficient beauty. How blessed I am to have Him making a home for me.

He racks up virtual-money playing Texas Hold ‘Em, and I always marvel at that, since I find that game to be so difficult and I always need a “cheat sheet” to remember which hand beats which. I love that he’s really smart like that.

He golfs when he can, and bought me some clubs too. And he let’s me drive the cart! And what could be more fun than 18-holes of undivided attention and time together?

He teaches me the piano and plays along with his guitar, and we sing in harmony at the top of our lungs. And the kids join in and dance and sing.

He cleans the house while I grocery shop alone, preparing for my friends to arrive. And the way he serves me overwhelms.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

And I’ve learned the hard way, what kind of wife I want to be. I want to be the girlfriend he longs to come home to–the one who thinks he spins the world … the one he can’t wait to get home to see … the one who is his biggest fan.

I want to be his soft safe place to fall as the world rocks and rivets him apart, me, his trustworthy friend. I want him to know how much I believe in him, and how much I am pulling for him, while he is out there fighting for us all.

So that at the end of the day, even if he feels like the entire world is against him, he can know I will be here ready and waiting, cheering him on…my hero, my husband, my friend.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Continuing in the counting of One Thousand Gifts {#1063-1075}…

#1063 The way he looks at me

#1064 A quiet morning alone

#1065 Passionate love

#1066 Compassion’s work in Ecuador

#1067 Awakening of my soul to more compassion

#1068 To God Be the Glory…all sung together

#1069 Heavy rain pounding down

#1070 Clean fresh sheets

#1071 Alaska rolls, edaname, and conversation

#1072 Pumpkin cream cheese cake

#1073 New Facebook sisters

#1074 Living room talks with beautiful friends

#1075 Romans 8:1-4…hiding His Word

 

What are you giving thanks for this day?

{Photo credit: Pam Booher}

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