My Hunney is 33 today. He is in Georgia with our oldest daughter at the Vision Forum Father and Daughter Retreat, so the rest of us will miss him for his birthday this year. But of course we will be thinking of him.
Here are a few (oh so few) of the things I love about him.
- He loves the Lord.
- He loves his children.
- He’s a nice dad. His children are thrilled to see him at the end of the day.
- He likes other people’s children.
- He is nice to his mom (of course he loves her!).
- He is aware of his faults, and constantly battles them.
- He is left-handed, which makes it very convenient to sit next to him at a crowded table.
- He has beautiful brown eyes.
- He has big manly shoulders and back.
- He has great taste.
- He doesn’t have soft, foolish hands (a longstanding joke between my sisters: a suitable candidate for marriage must not have “soft foolish hands,” i.e. hands that look like they have never worked on a car or held a hammer, etc.).
- He tells our daughters and me that we are beautiful – all the time.
- He is willing to drive himself – he has worked multiple jobs and many long hours over the years.
- He is equally willing to forgo the money that comes from such extra jobs, when he knows his presence at home is more important.
- He likes to snuggle.
- He notes and remembers details about my likes and dislikes.
- He is generous.
- He buys me flowers for no special occasion.
- He calls me from work every day.
- He has a talent for putting people at ease.
- He can laugh at himself for being in a bad mood.
- He is humble enough to say sorry first.
- He built us a house. With his hands, not with a phone call to a contractor.
- He has had enough near-death experiences to fill up the rest of this list.
- He changes diapers. Even dirty ones. And he doesn’t believe he’s a hero for doing so.
- He doesn’t grumble about stopping at the grocery store on the way home at the end of a long day.
- He only flirts with me – and he does that a lot.
- He buys me chocolate.
- He is ready, willing and able to learn a new skill when the need or opportunity presents itself.
- He doesn’t whine when he’s sick or injured.
- He cares about how my day went.
- He can wrap his arm around my pregnant waist, gaze deep into my eyes, and say “You’re pretty cute for a fat chick” without ever making me doubting that it’s a compliment.
- He loves me even when I’m pregnant and hormonal.
His love is so sweet to me. He may not be a perfect man but he is a true picture of sacrificial Christ-like love.
Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her, that He might sanctify and cleanse her with the washing of water by the word, that He might present her to Himself a glorious church, not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing, but that she should be holy and without blemish. So husbands ought to love their own wives as their own bodies; he who loves his wife loves himself. For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as the Lord does the church. For we are members of His body, of His flesh and of His bones. “For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” This is a great mystery, but I speak concerning Christ and the church. Nevertheless let each one of you in particular so love his own wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband. Eph. 5:25-33
