Wednesday, May 29, 2013

A real man: My man

As most little girls do, I fantasized of a prince riding in on a white horse. He’d be tall, dark hair, amazing blue eyes, bright smile… He’d pick me up and carry me away and we would live happily ever after. Well by the time I was in my teens this idea seemed childish. Everyone has their own idea of what their dream guy looks and acts like. Due to the life choices we make, we end up with someone not even close or someone very close to our dream guy. We want someone perfect. Unfortunately, no one is perfect. Everyone has secrets. We just don’t dream of the bad. No one dreams of their husband having a bad temper, or an addiction, or being lazy, selfish or a cheater. Truth be told, I ended up with a great catch. My hubby is amazing! We have overcome the bad in both our lives and we are working hard to not only encourage each other but to stand by each other no matter what.

Here is only a few of the many things he does:
changes diapers
gets up in the middle of the night for the kids
loads and unloads the dishwasher
hands washes other dishes
cleans the toilet

Here are a few of the many things he sacrifices:
alone time
video games
TV
warm meals
sleep
hobbies
hanging out with his buddies

The moment he held our first born it was clear he was going to be a great dad. He helped with everything. He got pooped on, spit up on, peed on and he just whipped it off and continued. There were times I just sat back and watched him. I was so grateful and proud that he was my man!
As far as husbands go, I must say I have one of the best. The lists above tell you that. He also puts up with me. I see no need in hiding my emotions, therefore I am emotional. Also I am extremely dependent on him (to a fault at times). I crave his undivided attention when I’m talking. I tend to be over critical at times and sometimes my pride takes over. Yeah I know, I’m full of faults. But who isn’t. All I know is my husband loves me. He knew what he was getting into when we got married. He tells me “I love you” a hundred times a day. He kisses me good-bye before he leaves for work every morning. The kids (and dog) greet him at the door every evening and when he’s done hugging and kissing them he makes his way through the sea of toys on the floor to find me and kiss me. He says he is so blessed to have found me, but I think it’s the other way around… I’m the blessed one.


Thank you God for bring him to me. I couldn’t ask for a better husband and father to my children. Thank you!

1 comment:

Chad Angell said...

Don't make me cry! :) I love you Tiff, it's my honor to lead you and our family. I look forward to seeing your beautiful face everyday.