What a great thread.
DH and I have been married for 25 years this August. There are a million things I could say I love about him, but I suppose the debth of our relationship is the greatest.
We don't like to be away from each other. Even when we're in a fuss. (Oh and believe me, we fuss.
) We love Jesus more than each other, our DS is a fine young man and we love the part each other played in that. We get excited about each others hobbies.
He's funny, silly, responsible. Handshake or no handshake his word is his contract.
Now if he sounds perfect let's remember,
he doesn't always hit the hamper--- or the commode. He must not think mud sticks to the bottom of his shoes. He has to use mapquest to find the kitchen stove or sink. Of course he snores (but so do I
). And I've learned to love those things just as much because my mama and daddy argued over his muddy boots through the kitchen for 50 years of marriage. When daddy died suddenly, it wasn't long before mama said she'd give anything to see dried mud tracked on the kitchen floor. We knew what she meant.
This is an uplifting thread for sure.
