These past few weeks have been busy for my little family. We relish the time with have with our husband/dad - but it is pretty limited. And so as I was sitting in bed last night, wondering just when he might be home from his rotation at the hospital, I got to thinking how lucky I am to have a 100% man - even if we only get to enjoy about 10% of him right now.
He isn't a body builder (though he makes me weak in the knees), he doesn't grow epic facial hair and he doesn't spend much time watching UFC or ESPN (unless of course BYU is playing), even though most people might deem those things as "manly."
He DOES rush home from work eager to see his 18 month old son running and giggling down the driveway or hallway as fast as his legs will carry him because he can't get to his dad fast enough. He DOES send us texts during the day to remind us he is thinking about us. He DOES thank me every day for dinner and clean laundry, and a (somewhat) orderly house. He DOES welcome me with a kiss every evening (even if he has to wake me up to do so when I've already gone to bed) and tell me I'm the best part of his day. He DOES send our little boy into bursting giggles while he plays with him in the bath and gets him ready for bed. He DOES spend any and all his free time with us, his family, taking walks, working in the yard, finding a fun local activity, visiting grandparents or just being at home watching a movie together. He DOES make sure that whenever possible he gives me opportunities to take time for myself, pursuing a hobby, going out with other gals or just reading a book. He DOES wake up extra early each morning (by that I mean 4:00/4:30) to devote some personal study time to the Lord. He DOES make sure we pray together as a family. He IS 100% of what I deem a real man. Even if our time with him is limited for now, I am so grateful we have him.
We love you, David!
