Saint Story

My husband is a saint. Ask anyone who knows him and/or me. They will tell you it's true.

We are polar opposites. I envy his calm demeanor. He says 20 plus years in the Coast Guard made him that way. I think he came out of the chute that way. That was rather gross, but I do adore that expression. I am very blessed to have such a wonderful husband. Blessed, and amazed to be honest. It is wonderful 99% of the time. There are the occasional days when it's a lot of pressure though. Life with a saint magnifies the faults of the non-saintly partner. Like when I am totally losing it because the filter on his salt water tank is making screeching noises, and I get him out of bed at 2:00 am to fix it. Within 30 seconds he is up, pants on, heading down the hall. He fixes the problem, tells me he loves me, and goes back to bed. I am left feeling like a shrew. It must be my own guilty conscience, right?

Our son will be away this weekend, and hubby just informed me that it's my weekend and whatever I want to do, we'll do. I said "what do you mean, shopping wise or sex wise, what?" He said "whatever you want." I said "what if I want to spend a few hundred dollars?" and he replied, "then that's what we'll do." I am not surprised that he is doing this (saint, remember) but I am still in shock at the sweetness of his offer.

This man is my Prince Charming. I have a crush on him that would put any teenager to shame. He is my protector and my solid rock in a stormy sea. He's the head of the household and I respect him because he's a man worthy of respect. I wish everyone could know the joy of a marriage based on Biblical principles. All the pieces fit together so perfectly. And why wouldn't they? Look who the designer was.