Valentine’s Day draws near and all day, when I’ve put my mind to writing, I can think only of my husband.
When the subject of men and marriage comes up, he always says, “Men are supposed to love their wives like Christ loved the church. And Christ was crucified for the church.”
Christ was crucified for the church, He suffered and died to bring her to life. This is how a husband should love his wife.
John does this everyday.
He does it when he gets up before the sun, prepares for work, wakes a stepdaughter for school and makes coffee for me.
He does it when he drives an hour to and an hour from work.
He does it when he stays away from home for two extra hours four days a week to teach a homebound student to bring in extra money for our family.
He does it when he wakes in the night to soothe a fussing baby or chase a child’s nightmare away.
He does it with every diaper he changes.
He does it when he takes out the trash, every day and without being asked.
He does it when he drives big girls here and there and everywhere.
He does it when he plays video games with a stepson.
He does it when he goes fishing with a father in law.
He does it when he prays and prays and prays for each child in our family and for the ones that are in our heart.
He does it when he leads our family Bible study every Sunday night.
He does it when he graciously receives anger that was really earned by my first husband.
He does it when he calmly and kindly points out that I might be losing it.
He does it when he gives Lila and me a big hug. All three of us at once…she waits for this each day.
He does it when he prays healing for my aching joints and when he prays for God to give us just one more baby.
He does it in the way he encourages me to write, the way he loves my words as much as I do.
He does it in the way he listens to the oldest daughters in this house….respectful, calm, wise.
He does it in the way that he loves us well- all of us, me, Julia, Deanna, Aubrey, Chase, Lila, Claire and even Caroline. His thoughts are on what we need and how best to serve us.
He does it in the way he loves me just as I am.
He does it in the way he believes. His faith is solid and strong and like a mountain. He believes, always, that God is good and He is with us. He does not struggle with believing that the way that I do.
He does it in the way he leads. He makes his decisions based on the leading of the Holy Spirit and with the whole of our family in mind. He is a gentle leader, gentle with discipline and with exhortation.
He does it in the way that he laughs with us. Our house is a place of joy.
He does it in the way that he values family time over any other time. He doesn’t subscribe to “me” time.
He does it in the way he delights in these children. Every one is a miracle to him, from the very oldest to the very youngest.
No, we are not perfect. But we are blessed. And while our marriage is not without it’s flaws, I count it every day as a joy. There is no one I would rather do life with than my husband. There is no one who is a better friend to me. There is no one who loves me as fully as he does. He is a gift.
Happy Aubrey’s Birthday, Sweetie.