I Have the Best…

…husband in the world!  I know this has been debated for years, but it’s finally decided and I’m sorry girls, you lose.  I win.    He’s mine.  He’s not perfect, but he’s the closest thing you’re going to find this side of eternity.  There’s so many little things…  flowers often, but rarely enough that I’m surprised; quick hugs from the back when I don’t even know he’s in the room; his sweet playfulness with Zekers; his comforting prayers; laughter that erupts and spills onto everyone around him; organic chocolate milk; lots of time; his commitment to contentment; his words of truth; gentle touches; sound leadership…oh the list could go on…

You know, there was one incredibly sweet, unusual thing he did for months after Ezekiel was born.  I would get up to nurse twice a night at first.  We live in an old house with cold floors and half the time I would forget my slippers. (I know, I’ve been accused of being born in a barn for years.)  Keep in mind he was born in Dec.  I would half an hour later get back into bed with freezing cold feet and unless he was so sound asleep he didn’t stir, he would always put his toasty feet on top of mine!  

But, I think he topped even that a few weeks ago or at least equalled it.  We had decided it was time for Zeke to move into his own room.  We picked a date based on our summer travels and when we got home we hurriedly moved furniture around so he’d be in his room the first night back.  I made a comment about it being sad, which Jarod didn’t really respond to.  “Are you really not sad about it?” I asked some time later, to which he answered, “Well, it’s just the next step…”  I was struggling being sad and trying hard not to give into the tears.  I didn’t want him to see me upset over something so “silly” and so I tried to hide it inside of me.    An hour or so passed and one of the times we made eye contact his face went soft.  He asked if I was really (meaning truly) sad.  I then started crying and sort of braced for the “this is part of life” lecture so many husbands give.  But instead he hugged me, apologizing for not being more sensitive.  He told me it was normal for mommas to miss their babies and dislike change and for me not to feel bad about experiencing that discomfort.  It was so peaceful to be know I could be completely real in front of him.  When we went to bed that night I found the hand held part of the baby monitor on my night stand.  He’d set up the baby monitor right next to the crib in the baby’s room so I could listen to him at any time during the night.  He truly is a very thoughtful man…

…and he’s all mine!    How did I come to be so blessed?