The life-blood of Thanksgiving Thursday is gratitude: unwrapping gifts and giving thanks to the Giver. One of God’s greatest gifts to me is my husband.
Six feet of God’s most magnificent handiwork, this man is nothing less than my constant rock, best friend, intimate ally, steadfast partner, and covenant lover.
My ultimate gratitude for my husband belongs to God. But I am grateful – so very grateful – to my husband for everything he is and everything I’ve known with him and everything he gives me to look forward to.
Friday is his birthday, and I give the gift of thanks for all his gifts to me.
Unwrapping the Gifts
He has character
Character denotes many qualities, and my husband exhibits all of character’s indications. He’s honorable, ethical, compassionate, honest, courageous, passionate, and teachable. He is tender and responsive toward God’s leading, and stands ready to do all that is asked of him. With Joshua’s fearlessness, Daniel’s courage, and David’s faith (Joshua 1:7 & 6:17; Daniel 1:8; Acts 13:22), he is a man of integrity and love.
He lets me sleep
I’ve never been an early riser, and he’s never asked me to change. Through 15 years of marriage, one daughter, and many life changes, he’s always let me sleep.
He gives amazing back rubs
His powerful hands work with precision, talent, and erotic strength. A back rub is only a back rub, though. And that leads to the next gift.
He gave me a daughter
Of all the things he’s given me over all the years we’ve been together, our daughter stands supreme. And he’s a rock star dad!
My beloved is mine, and I am his. A cord of three is not easily broken.
He’s a man
He’s sweet, smart, kind, and loving, but he’s made of brawn, backbone, bravery, and bold confidence.
He talks – really. Sweet, laborious, fun, hard, dreamy, frightening, or silly, he communicates. Long chats are our Modus Operandi.
He lets me buy books
He doesn’t know how much I spend on Amazon, and he doesn’t care. I love to read, he loves me.
He holds my hand and he kisses my daughter. He canoodles on the couch and he hugs my mama. He throws his arm over me as we sleep and he lets me toss my leg over his. His touch is soft, his hold firm, and his cuddles perfect.
He’s my kind of groovy: innately fun and full of laughter.
He works hard so I can stay home
He knows I am ardently dedicated to raising the child I brought into this world, and so is he. He loves her enough to work skillfully and capably to provide for us so I may bring up and nurture our child.
He supports my work-from-home love
I have found my life’s passion in writing, and he supports me in every way. He proofreads, keeps the kid while I write, lets me work in bed, and tells me I’m fantastic at what I do.
He creates a haven-home with me
Our home is a shelter. We do love. He makes it that way.