The Hubby

Almost twenty years. I can't believe it. How has this poor man put up with me for that long? If anyone has taught me "God knows who we need in our lives and when we need them," it has been this man. He is as patient with me as the day is long. I'm the hyper one and he goes along with the craziest of my ideas.

One would think that in order for him to be successful in the field he works in (mortgage broker), he would need to be greedy and misleading. He believes otherwise. He feels offering the truth about debt and compassion is the way to build a business. So far, his integrity on these matters proves him correct. I'm proud of him. He would say, "God has blessed me. I did not do this alone."

He doesn't come home and crash on the couch while I work alone in the kitchen. He pitches right in. He's not too good to change diapers and feels if a man is to show his wife how Christ is head of the church and GAVE Himself for it, that means he (my husband) is to show the same servant mentality in our home.

Is he perfect? No, but shockingly, neither am I. He's a work in progress, just like me. We screw up as individuals and as a couple. The difference with this guy from so many others? He has no problem recognizing mistakes very quickly and admitting them.

Yes, I do know how blessed I am to have him. I know the other side. I've gone through it with sisters and friends who had NO idea that there are men who are NOT physically, spiritually, or emtionally abusive and who are NOT into pornography. These women have NO idea what it is like to live with a man who encourages his wife to "go for it"; tells her to go sit down - he is cooking dinner; always calls to see if his wife needs anything from the store on his way home; and always calls if he is running late.

I'm glad my daughter has grown up with such a fine example set before her. I already know she will not settle for the other side - simply so she can be married. She is going to be picky looking for these qualities.