*Special thanks to my friend Erin Jennings for sharing her thoughts on love and gratitude today!*
Erin and Josh, 2012
Since the first night we went to watch a movie together, I have been overwhelmed with a type of love I thought only existed in my imagination. I have been shocked with how receiving that type of love has changed me (in wonderful ways), and I have made a personal vow to never let a day go by without telling him how much all the little things he does for me mean. Every morning at five thirty a.m. I wake to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen. Every afternoon at eleven fifteen he sends me a text asking about my day and telling me he loves me. Every evening he makes his rounds picking up our four kids and getting them home, and around nine every night (yes we realize that is early for some people) he positions himself at an awkward angle just so I can watch t.v. while falling asleep on his chest. While these things may seem small to some, to me they are straight up hugs to the soul!
My husband’s greatest legacy is his kind and giving heart. I cannot even put into words the kind of man that he is. I am blessed that God brought him into my life. While I am the organizer and structure person, Josh is the fly by the seat of your pants guy…..In most cases this is kind of like oil and water, and the two just don’t mix. But for Josh and I, it’s never been a problem; when mixed together we found a new groove….. Organization and structure in the house and with the children, but flexibility to pick up and fly by the seat of our pants when Josh gives us a cue. Our marriage is full of stability, love, mixed in with some adventure…. Seems we never have a dull moment. Life is too short to live any other way.
As with most working couples I LOVE weekends off with my husband. There have been comments made by some people who will remain nameless asking when he ever gets time to himself, time out with “the guys”, etc. What they may never grasp is that my husband has never been that kind of guy. His idea of time off IS time with his family. He is my best friend and I am his. He doesn’t take off to be with the guys because his guys are here. He has three. One is twelve, another is ten, and the last guy is nine years old. He has a few gals, too, his very own little princess who is five, and then of course me.
I don’t know what we are planning on doing this weekend, but I know one thing. Josh will be home. My heart jumps for joy at the thought of spending time with him, and I know the kids are excited as well. But you know what else? I know that Josh wants to be here, and that means more to me than anything he could ever do. I love my husband not only for who he is, but also because when I look into his eyes, I finally have peace. All the bad things and the wrong roads led me to him.
Over the years I’ve learned everything that happens is exactly as it should be. This doesn’t mean that I was happy about what was taking place, but situations always seem to work themselves out, and I usually figure out the lessons learned — even if it takes years and a couple of mini mountains’ worth of mistakes. I’ve felt loss, but it was also time to move on, move forward to bigger and better things. This is what I did, this is what I continue to do, and with each passing day I find more and more to be grateful for. God blessed me with an awesome family and an awesome husband. I am so thankful.