The Ultimate

The ultimate husband that is. About a year ago I went on a women’s retreat with two of my new neighbors. We drove up together and bunked in the same room. God met us there too. It was awesome. It was something we all said we would do again. While on the retreat, there was a table with resources for things like marriage and parenting. I saw this cover and thought it was hilarious. I told the girls we should send our guys a snapshot of it and tell them it was what the retreat was really about. We had a good laugh! In all seriousness, today is my wedding anniversary and this is my guy! He is the ultimate husband to me!

He really is and I am so blessed and so in love with him. Happy Anniversary, baby!

(He doesn’t read my blog. And he can’t seem to remember the name of it. But why would he? He lives it with me. Who wants to read about it in their spare time? But I am going to send him a link so he knows he is the ultimate husband to me.) 🙂

Happy Anniversary to My Knight!

You made me so happy the day you proposed and have continued to do so. I love you!

Sharing my life with you has been an honor and a delight. I’d marry you all over again. Thank you for being my rock, my protector, my best friend, my bubble tea lover and the best daddy in the world to our precious family.

But most importantly, thank you for saying that you’ve never regretted marrying me because of my illness. That statement has covered a mulitude of insecurities.

The devotional below was in my inbox not too long ago. I thought it beautifully gave a visual to what you have done for me as a noble husband.

Here’s to a long and adventurous road ahead. I can’t imagine traveling it with anyone but you by my side.

The following devotional is from Family Life:

Carrying Charge

Live with your wives in an understanding way, as with someone weaker, since she is a woman.
1 Peter 3:7

Each fall, a ski resort in Maine hosts an event that is little known to the rest of the nation: the North American Wife Carrying Championship. To compete, husbands transport their wives through a hilly, 278-yard obstacle course that includes a 20-foot trough of water and 2 log hurdles. They can carry their wives in whatever way suits their running style—piggyback, fireman’s carry or the more popular “Estonian” method, with the wife upside down across his back, legs crossed around his neck, arms held around his waist. The only enforceable rule is that she not touch the ground.

Ex-Olympians are sometimes among the contestants, while others are probably just there hoping for the first prize: the wife’s weight in beer, plus five times her weight in cash and a thousand-dollar voucher toward a trip to the World Wife-Carrying Championship in Finland. (I’m serious.)

Admittedly, this event sounds a bit crude and primitive. But there is nothing archaic about a wife needing her husband to carry her sometimes—to be her strength during a tough stretch of circumstances, to stand with her in prayer, to be the broad shoulders she leans on when life gets heavy.

Husbands, be there for your wife. Listen. Care. And if need be, carry her.

And, wives, don’t try to do it all by yourself. Lean on your husband. Let him help you. God will give him the strength. We need to be there for each other.