Beautiful

Friday, August 28, 2009

She hates surprises.  She loves wholeheartedly.  She’s selfless.  She listens.  She’s humble.  She’s Godly. She’s sensitive, but not afraid of being aggressive.  She’s strong.  She’s talented.  She’s gifted. She has a light about her that shines so bright.  She’s the type of person you always want to be around.  She’s caring.  She can make you feel happy on the worst of days.  She is an amazing teacher.  She’s intelligent.  She makes you feel like a better person just being in her presence.  She’s contagious.  When you leave her you can’t wait to see her again.  She’s infectious.  She glows like the sun when it rises.  She’s gorgeous.  She’s the sunshine after the rain.  She the friend everyone wants, and the mommy every kid should have.  She’s the wife a man dreams about, and the best friend everyone prays for.  She’s a gift from God, a true angel on this Earth.  She’s my wife, Gray’s mommy, a blessing in our lives.  She’s beautiful.

All my love, Kevin (2-16-09)

If you ever come to my house this is the poem you will read on my fridge.  I keep it there because it was casually placed there by my husband, because he just wanted me to notice it.  Some girls get other prizes, I get poems, always have, hope he always will. I cry when I read it because I am constantly forgetting how good I have it.  I forget and take for  granted that I have an awesome husband who tells me that he loves me and wants to make me happy more than anything in the world almost everyday.  I forget that I was challenged to pray for the husband God wanted me to have since I was born (feels that way anyway), and that he answered my prayers to the nth degree.  I forget all the wives who are living in situations where they do not feel respected, loved, or adored.  I forget that I am his main source of encouragement.  I forget that he needs me just as much as I need him.  I just forget.

I’m hard on Kevin, sometimes probably too hard.  I challenge him, I push him, and occasionally he pushes back and catches me off guard, like whoa.  I critique him. I judge him. I expect a lot out of him. I think he can do anything.  I hold him to his word like white sticks to rice.  I complain to him.  I tell him what he can do better.  Sometimes more than once a day.  :/  But I do love him.

I can’t think of anyone on the planet that I could co-exist with and get along most of the time.   We have fun together.  We laugh at each other.  We cry together (that’s mostly me).  We dance in the middle of the living room.  We sing like we are performing for a packed house.  We talk about the future.  We dream together.  We sit on the couch watching Gray and say over and over again how much we love her and can’t believe God gave her to us.

He washes the clothes and the dishes probably more than I do.  He makes sure that the trash and recycle bin are always out before the leaves for work on Wed. mornings.  He changes dirty diapers, his first ever in the hospital room.  He mows the lawn and weed eats.  He mows other people’s lawns in our neighborhood because he wants to serve Jesus.  He gets on his knees and prays for me, for us.  He never complains.  He loves Jesus more than he could ever love me.  He deserves me even though he swears often that he doesn’t.  He says he loves my cooking.  He resigns from his duties to help lighten my load.  He takes charge, but still lets me think I’m in charge.  He always has the best of intentions.  He deals with me on a daily basis, enough said.

My hubby has had a heck of a transitional week, job wise.  He is the love of my life, and he did not pay me or force me to write any of this!   In fact, I think this blog will be an excellent test to see how often he checks my blog!  Told you, I’m a handful!