I really had no idea! Had I known there even existed a national husband appreciation day, I would have been throwing a big party. Now it's come and gone. Not party, no hoopla. Not even a cake. I hope better late than never counts for something.
I know my hubby is the man that God prepared for me. I knew the minute I saw him that he was the one. The person I was in 1971 should not have fallen for a bad boy. A frat-rat, dope smoking, catholic boy was so far from my father's dream son-in-law. In fact he was my dad's nightmare. But we were in love. God also knew of course that there was a good man inside of that boy. One who would be His servant.
My hubby is not a bad boy anymore. He's downright respectable. It's okay, I'm still crazy for him. He has become gentle and strong at the same time, wise, a servant of God, holds deep love for his family, stands like a rock for things that are true. He buys me little bags of oreos, big rocks for my fingers, and instruments that I can't yet play. He was a gentle, firm and playful father, and is repeating those great qualities as a grandfather. I love him more than my own life, and thank God for the blessing that he is to me.
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