Friday, January 04, 2008

I Love Him


A little over 13 years ago, I met this guy. It didn't take me long to love him, but it has taken 13 years to love him like I love him now. I love him more than I ever thought possible back when I was a grown-up woman of 19 years. We've been through a lot of stuff, and I can honestly say that I have never been disappointed. Yes, I've been mad at him plenty of times, but he's always proven that he is the kind of man I am proud to be married to for eternity. I really do take him for granted way too often, and I am trying to be better at appreciating him. He's really an amazing person.

He works harder than anyone I know, and puts his heart into his work. He's a man who enjoys chopping wood, and will actually be smiling when he's done. He never complains while working, even when it's tough. I complain that my arms are jello after shoveling snow for half hour, when he shovels home and work day in and day out.

I gave him a guitar for Christmas a few years ago, since he's been wanting one forever. I really thought he'd learn a little bit, then let it sit. (I know, not very nice of me to think.) He practices more than I practice my violin, by far. He's taught himself every chord, and finds new music to learn often. He's even written a couple of songs. I love to listen to him sing, and found out exactly how much one time when I was listening to John Denver while running. Now, don't get me wrong, because I love John Denver, but one of his less familiar songs came on. I was trying to figure out what was wrong with the song, because it just didn't sound right. It didn't have the right pauses, and the right feeling, and the right sweetness. Then I realized that Brandon's version was the one in my head, and John's version just didn't feel the same.

He doesn't believe me when I say it, but he really is incredibly handsome. Sometimes he looks at me with those blue eyes in a way that melts my heart. I still can't get enough of his kisses. I love it when we're sitting on the bench in church, usually with a kid between us, and we look at each other, and he'll smile, and his eyes twinkle... and I just know he loves me too.

I could go on... and on, but I need to do my part to be a good wife and get our house cleaned up and dinner planned. I'm just hoping that somehow I can make up for my shortcomings as a wife, and be what he deserves.

Love you, Brandon.

2 comments:

Karey said...

What a nice post and a nice tribute. I know what you mean. It seems that in the world it is hard to find a great husband, but it sounds like we've both been blessed. What a great thing to have a hard-working, good man to lead your family. Thanks for sharing.

I tried to post a comment on your blog about your children and it wouldn't come up, so I'll just tell you here that I know exactly what you mean. Bruce will leave on a mission in less than three years--WOW!!! I want my kids to grow up to be good adults, but I want them to slow down and stay where they are awhile longer.

Lisa said...

so glad you have a good man. not everyone does. i too need to show more love & appreciation...and clean the house!!!!