My husband loves me – and he shows me in ways that I sometimes overlook.
Just this past weekend, during our anniversary weekend getaway, I was upset about something he said. I tried to keep it to myself, but I was white-knuckling it. He pushed and pushed until it all came out. I didn’t particularly want to tell him because I knew it would be ugly. But at the same time, I was holding something in that clearly needed to be aired out.
He let me vent.
He let me get it off my chest without getting mad or defensive in return.
I wasn’t exactly nice about it, either.
And yet… in the aftermath of my verbal a wrath…I saw his sweetness. His warmth. His love for me.
He bought a tent light just because he knows I can still be a little bit of a scaredy-cat.
He gave me his coolio bandana soaked with water to cool me off when I was too hot on the hike.
He encouraged me when I was so discouraged and frustrated on the trail. And he didn’t make fun of me when I cried like a big ol’ baby.
My husband listened as I told him about my dreams, my hopes and the fact that I thought Bigfoot was following us on the trail. Yep. He just lets me ramble.
He admitted that he missed the kids just as much as I did.
He bought me a writing notebook – even though I have a bazillion – JUST because he knows I like them.
And I love him for all that… and more.
Nobody is perfect, but I’m so glad God paired us together so we can be grow in love together.
He’s also a kick-butt photographer. I’m posting more below. ENJOY!