Let Me Tell You, I Love My Man !

Let me tell you about this man I married. (The picture is of us on our first anniversary and I was 6 months pregnant. Paul was 26, I was 22. Back then he had brown hair and I had one chin. Life was good, and I could not imagine us in our 40's with grown children or where he'd be in his career, but I knew his work ethic impressed me. Now on to the blog post.)


My husband does not like for me to write about him, but I have to say this today. I love him and I want the world to know how hard he works. He is a successful man in so many ways, and the Lord is good to us by giving Paul to us.

Yesterday was one of those days I found myself telling God how much I love Paul and appreciate him, and what a good man he is. Mind you, we have our struggles and so many of them are over petty things, but then there are times I just step back and say, "Wow. What a man! Who else would work this hard, day after day, year after year?" (Well, I know there are many men in that category, but to live with one solidifies my knowledge.)

For just one example this week: On Wednesday he was gone for 14 hours, working hard on a presentation he had to give Thursday. The presentation was in Atlanta, and we're in Baltimore. If you know anything about BWI airport or Atlanta, you can picture two hours at each one on each end of the flight. That meant he had to get up at 4 a.m., do the security thing, fly, land, give a presentation, do what he does best--which I'm not sure how that looks but would love to be the proverbial fly on the wall-- then do the Atlanta airport thing, fly back, get into a cold car at night, and drive home. None of that except the actual flying appeals to me one bit! It doesn't appeal to him, either, but he presses right on through.

What impressed me was that, not only did he work so long on Wednesday, he also prioritized care group (our church's "small group" gatherings every other week in homes) by attending Wednesday night! That lasted till 10 pm. (I might have skipped it in order to rest up for my trip, but not him. He went.) Then after a short night's sleep, he got up at 4:00, quietly as always,so as not to wake me. But I woke up anyway--at least enough to kiss him and then get up to watch the car pull out of the driveway. I said a prayer of thanks to God for Paul and his hard work and that his trip would be a a success--and then I locked the deadbolt and went back to bed for a couple hours.

He returned to us at 9 pm, exhausted, hungry, and headachey. I fixed him a plate of hearty chicken, potatoes, and beans to slake the hunger, rubbed his neck and shoulders to eradicate the headache, and just "chilled" with him for a while on the couch. Running my fingers through his hair is a favorite pastime of mine. I like his silky silver hair! These are the times of married life I enjoy a lot--thinking of one another and doing for one another, appreciating the quiet things after a day of go-go-go.

Best part of the day? Hearing how he was affirmed in front of his boss.

I asked Paul, "So, how did everything go?" And he said, "Really good." (I didn't correct a tired man's grammar.) I asked him, instead, to define "really good." Basically he landed the account he was after, and when his boss (who had traveled with him) asked the client why they went with [us] the answer was, "We really like the responsiveness and customer service."

I said to Paul, "And that would be you?"
He grinned the grin I love and said, "That would be me."

At that point I hugged him, kissed him, and made much of him. He pretends not to like the attention, but I think secretly he does.

And...get this...he got up this morning, normal time, not sleeping in--and went to work! Man, oh man, I love this man!