He admits when he thinks he is wrong.
He forgives me when I am wrong.
He has made me realize that my sarcasm can hurt and that I need to use it a little more judiciously.
He gets up in the middle of the night to put in a relaxing movie and rub my joints when I can’t sleep from the pain.
He has taught me that age is just a number and that you are never told old to find your one true love, whether it be when you are 39 or even at 53.
He knows that words can hurt and therefore never resorts to name calling in an argument or at any other time.
He rarely raises his voice, especially since he knows it freaks me out.
He understands the value of honesty.
He is not only a good definition of the word “father” but exemplifies what it means to be a “dad”.
He encourages my dreams.
He loves and appreciates my body no matter what size it is but yet supports me in my quest to lose weight and become healthier.
He doesn’t like hospitals but he sits there and holds my hand.
He understands the art of compromise.
He knows when not to ask questions and just let me cry.
He understands the importance of my friends in my life.
He treats my family like they matter and not as a burden.
He showers me with affection.
He makes me want to be a gentler and more patient woman as well as just an overall better human being.
He inspires me to not settle for less than I am worth.
He has shown me that if a man truly wants to be with you, he WILL wait.
He reminds me of what is really important in this world.
He is a lesson to me that relationships and true love are hard work sometimes, but that the tough parts make us stronger.
He doesn’t run when the going gets tough or when I think he would be better off if he did.
He is living proof that all the “good ones” aren’t taken.
He makes me realize that I can love someone who is not perfect and that maybe I need to examine some of my unrealistic expectations.
He makes me think.
He never lets a day go by without making me laugh.
He has proven to me that love truly should not hurt.
He has helped me learn how to live more fully and has taught me that nothing is impossible, especially with love.
1 Corinthians 13
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
What a very special guy you have. Lucky you!
Thanks for commenting on my blog. I enjoyed reading your thoughts. Plus, it lead me to your blog!
Thanks for coming Cathy! 🙂
it IS the greatest!
–todd