My husband is amazing. I say this a lot, but he really is. All wives are supposed to feel this way about their main man, I know that. Just like all moms are wired to believe that their kids are the most perfect children in the world. He truly is the most perfect man.
Hardworking and caring. Loving and compassionate. Proud and strong. A real family man. These are just a few of his attributes.
No person is perfect. I know that, also. I've met just few that come as close to it as he does. Perfection, in my opinion, doesn't necessarily mean being without flaw. All humans are flawed. That's nature. Perfection, is doing what is right, even if it's not what everybody else is doing. Perfection, is taking care of your family. Perfection, is standing up for what you believe in, 100%. Perfection, like most things, can be defined in any numerous ways.
Perfection, from any husband, is putting up with the craziness that your wife calls reality. Putting up with in laws. Putting up with the bullshit and drama. Putting up with shopping trips and home decorating. Late night baking because she wants cookies and "yes, I know I said that I'm fat last night!". The emotions, the highs and the lows. The hour that it takes to get ready, no matter the occasion. The constant need for new, seemingly random and trivial, stuff. My creative outbursts. My love for books, even though he doesn't read. Those moments when I yell, because that's what I know. Those moments when I do really stupid stuff. The need to photograph every single thing and moment. When I had to have chickens, and even building me a coop. When I'm acting like a spoiled brat. Or when I quit my job.
Perfection, from any husband, is putting up with the craziness that your wife calls reality. Putting up with in laws. Putting up with the bullshit and drama. Putting up with shopping trips and home decorating. Late night baking because she wants cookies and "yes, I know I said that I'm fat last night!". The emotions, the highs and the lows. The hour that it takes to get ready, no matter the occasion. The constant need for new, seemingly random and trivial, stuff. My creative outbursts. My love for books, even though he doesn't read. Those moments when I yell, because that's what I know. Those moments when I do really stupid stuff. The need to photograph every single thing and moment. When I had to have chickens, and even building me a coop. When I'm acting like a spoiled brat. Or when I quit my job.
Being able to laugh at it all at the end of the day. A sense of humor is one of his finest qualities. My husband, the comedian. Always making me laugh and smile, even when I'm trying SO very hard to be mad. Or sad. He has shown me that just because you laugh at seemingly immature comedy, doesn't necessarily mean you're immature. He's also shown me that laughter REALLY is the best medicine, and it's so very good for your soul. And for a relationship.
I don't say it enough, but I am so thankful. So thankful that I have him. Thankful that he's in my life and that I have someone to support me. No matter what. I'm so thankful for all the awesome people he has brought into my life. It's amazing. But, all those people helped shape him into the great man he is today. I am so very proud of him. So very proud to be able to say "yeah, he's mine." every chance that I can.
I'm thankful be cause he accepted me for me, when few have. For loving me when it was really hard to do so. For stepping up, and being a father to my son. For being the man that my son needed/needs. For being the man that I needed/needs. For being the best Dad that I have seriously ever met in my entire life. For sticking it out when it's tough. For spoiling me when he can. For treating me like a woman. And for treating me like all women deserve to be treated. For building a home and a life with me. For supporting me through everything. For killing spiders and other creepy crawlies. For doing all the crazy things that I want to do. For putting up with me general.
They say that a man that treats his woman like a princess was raised in the arms of a queen. That is so true. His mother is fabulous and definitely a queen. And his father is one of the best men I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I love them both so much. They're the reason that my husband is the man he is today. When I met them, I knew that I would never be the same. I also felt the unconditional love they had for their son(s). I am so lucky to have been able to witness that!
I'm sure people are wondering why I'm writing all this. Besides the fact that it is absolutely true. I saw an ad for a contest, for best husband/husband of the year. Some little thing where you pay to enter and it's a scam. But it got me thinking about what I would say if I were to enter Joshua into something like that. I'm sure he would be beaten out by a soldier, a survivor, a man who has conquered it all and then some, some man who saved another persons life. While they're all great, and very deserving. I don't need to enter my husband into a contest to know that he is the best. He's the best to me. He may not have fought in a war or survived some impossible thing, or saved a life. But, he did save me.
I love you: my comedian, spider killing, loving, caring, doting, hardworking, godly, stud muffin of an amazing bearded husband. To the moon and back, forever and ever, Amen.
