He is constantly amazing me with his devotion and thoughtfulness. He is my best friend. Happy Valentine’s Day to you, hubby. How dear you are to me.
These past few days have reminded me that I chose my husband wisely and that I have been blessed beyond blessed.
Seeing him in action as a father is a joy. I have witnessed him eating an iceburg lettuce, mushroom, sour cream and American cheese sandwich, simply because his little girl made it for him all by herself. It wasn’t easy to choke down (I think I saw tears in his eyes), but he did it for her.
He sacrifices his body every time he lays on the floor. Immediately, he is swarmed like a potato chip that has been dropped on the ground at a picnic. The kids engulf him, smother him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
This past Saturday night, he made homemade pizza for us. My idea of homemade pizza is a box of DiGiornios (it’s not delivery!). His? Making the crust from scratch, using actual yeast, which scares me. He stopped short at making the sauce from tomatoes grown on some secret winter-defying vine in our backyard.
He is truly my sweetheart, my love. I wish I had something to give him today.
You just gave him a gift better than anything bought at a store. Your words of admiration and love are precious.