I love my husband. I do. I don’t always feel it, but that is marriage right? So much is about making a choice to love. And yes, I screwed that up totally. I chose every little step that led me into the arms of another man, despite knowing better. I can blame so many things, but at the end of the day I made a choice.
And now. I make the choice to give this my best shot. I choose to look at all his positives. So – I love my husband because:
He is funny. He always has a joke and can lighten a heavy moment.
He grows. 15 years ago (even 3) I never thought he would be who he is today. He has grown so much in life.
He is strong inside and out.
He is not scared to be himself.
He speaks his mind and speaks truth into people’s lives, but he covers it in grace and love.
He is an extremely hard worker and will do anything to bring the money in if we need it.
He loves me. Yes. Of that I have no doubt.
He always sees the potential in people and pushes them to attain to it.
He is authentic. No pretending. He is who he says he is.
He is better than me in so many ways, yet he always says he can’t do what he does without me supporting him.
He is a good Dad. He loves all our brood and will do anything to protect them.
He makes things happen. He isn’t just a talker, he is an action man.
He dreams. Bigger, better – ideas aplenty!
I could go on! He has become over the years a good man and he deserves so much better than me. He has so much potential in his future. He inspires me to be better, to find my niche and to work alongside him to fulfil amazing dreams.
This is my husband. And I thank him for striving to become the best he can be.
