Nearly everyday I see in you the effect of being raised in love and stability. Your maturity and grace makes me jealous and sometimes the way you display it so consistently down-right annoys me. Yet… I’m also consistently the undeserved recipient of that maturity and grace.
Last Saturday when you confirmed an appointment and the gentleman showed up 2 1/2 hours late without so much as an apology; I wanted to punch you for not punching him. Really though. Your patience bewildered me. My furious texts ushering you to tell him off luckily, did not prevail. No, your patience and attitude won. Thank goodness.
You teach me all the time. You are a teacher with your life. Truly.
You are one of those people that people listen to when you speak… because unlike me, you’re not always speaking. You make sure what you say counts and it’s worth hearing. In fact, it’s comical to me when you are later concerned that what you said didn’t appear humble in some way. Yes, thats my husband.. the one married to a woman that reads a magazine article and becomes an expert on any given subject.
The times when you listen to my emotional blow ups, accusations, and fears,
all most unwarranted I might add, and listen quietly taking it all in because you know I’m not thinking rationally… enough said.
Then there is your role as “papa, daddy, dad”… I heard you the other day singing Father Abraham, reading books, and giving piggy-back rides. I then heard you discipline Miah for a regular offense and I remembered the best decision I ever made for them: you. A man that isn’t too busy to play, tickle, or read, coinciding with a man consistent and loving enough to discipline a toddler who needs correction con-stant-ly.
No wonder she claims you as her “hub-sand”. I pray daily they forever hold men to your standard.
You may not think it, and it may not feel like it, but you excel at being a husband, a father, and servant of God with your daily “job”.
You may not think it, and it may not feel like it, but I still feel as lucky as that night we went out to Little Mexico.
You may not think it, and it may not feel like it, but I love you more than I ever did.
NOW, all thats not to say you are perfect; you’ve still never closed a sock drawer in your life and you could get lost in a walk-in closet but I guess I’m saying, knowing everything I know now, I’d still drive around wasting gas with you and gladly push close your sock drawer…again, and again, and again