I don’t think my husband realizes exactly how much I love
him. I wash the laundry, pay the bills, and even clean his bathroom. I make his lunch and cook his supper every day. I've even carried his children for goodness sake (which is by no means a walk in the park)!
I love him a lot. I love him enough to spend most of my day
thinking of ways to take care of him and his family. So if love were solely
based on housework, I would most definitely win the “I love you more” prize.
But the truth is…
My husband is more
forgiving than me. I can hold a grudge for hours, sitting, stewing over
some comment he didn’t make, but he
instantly forgives me without being asked.
He always puts others
above himself. He never spends money on himself. He even saves his birthday
money so he can buy me nice things.
He’s kinder than I
am. He always controls his tongue. Even when I smart off and say something
I really shouldn’t. He never tries to “get even”. He just listens and quietly
waits for me to apologize.
He goes out of his way
to serve me. I can be standing in the kitchen, and he’ll get up and come
get me a glass of water just because it tastes better when he makes it.
He never complains.
He’s always willing to give up his time to watch Rooster so I can hide out
somewhere and have a few minutes alone with my thoughts.
He never says, “I
told you so”. Even when he did tell me so several times, and I just chose
not to listen.
He doesn’t judge me
or point out my faults (like spending
too much time on the internet), but I know he prays for me. He sees those things, and loves me anyway.
And he talks to me
about anything and everything. He listens to my concerns and suggestions.
He tells me at least once a day how pretty I am, how much he loves me, and how
I’m his best friend in the whole world.
Of course, this kind of love isn’t always easy for him.
There are days when I know my husband doesn't feel like acting in love, and I
don’t either. There are days we would rather fight, days we would rather be
selfish, days we would rather just stay in bed and kick each other to see who
gets up to tend the baby.
And especially on
those days, he loves me more.
Not because of my charming personality, my good looks, or my brilliant culinary skills, but
because while he may love me more, he loves Jesus most.
I’m one blessed
woman.
This was so precious. You are truly blessed!
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful, I love this!
ReplyDeleteHow honoring to your husband!! I hope he read this!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking up over at WholeHearted Home Wednesdays this past week.
Found you at Thankful Homemaker Link Up :) Tara.
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