Yesterday I chatted with a friend-client. I told her that I really liked her fiance. She said, “Me too! I mean I’d like him even if I wasn’t going to marry him.”
You know what? I like my husband, too. I love being around him. He’s my friend. Mark is a teacher and just finished summer school (Yippee!). That means he’s home until August. Everyday. And that makes me happy.
Not everyone is so fortunate. My mom struggled with my dad being home. Over the years of their marriage they had grown apart. For much of their married years, he worked out of state and came home occasionally. When he retired, he was home all the time. My mom had a separate life. My dad had expectations of her and didn’t know her. He didn’t (or perhaps couldn’t) see and appreciate her for who she was.
My life is so different. When Mark is home, he doesn’t seem to have high expectations of me. We just are home together. He sometimes works on projects. I work on projects. We work on projects together. At other times, one of us is “goofing off” or napping, while the other is taking care of the home or kids.
I’m so thankful for his acceptance of me for who I am. He gives me grace, freedom and champions me. I’m grateful.
Here’s my man. I like him 
