Monday, July 13, 2009
Rarely do I blog, if ever, about my amazing husband. He blesses me beyond words. There are moments that I watch him love on our children and I cry tears of joy. He was the boy that was tough enough to play football and wrestle yet "soft" enough to babysit the neighbor kids on the weekends. He dreamed of having a house full of kids. Yesterday he said, "I love having four boys." He is the one that gets up in the middle of the night to change "explosive" diapers. He is patient, kind and passionate about the Lord. He has photos of me all over his office. He brings me coffee in bed, bathes the kids, teaches "homeschool" on his day off and is a pillar to our family. His heart is for the orphan, the oppressed and the lost. My husband makes me want to be a better wife and mother. And although he is not the big buff man that I met 9 years ago, he has lost 20 pounds since we moved to Africa and finds this a bit disheartening, he is the most godly man that I know. I love my husband!
P.S. I just received a phone call from my husband and this is what he said, with a smile in his voice, "there is the cutest handicapped baby girl down here at the church."