Recently I saw a homeschool mom with a t-shirt that said, "My husband rocks!"
"Yes!" I thought. "It's not the way that I would express it, but I agree 100% with the sentiment." It's been on my mind ever since.
The other night I was getting ready to use my new egg separator, and I mentioned to Herb that I was disappointed in it; it didn't latch onto the sides of my bowls very well because they're too thick. I had barely gotten the explanation out of my mouth before he whisked it away, saying, "I can fix that." He disappeared into the garage and emerged a few minutes later with the separator, perfectly adjusted. It seems a simple thing, but this goes on constantly. He anticipates what I need and takes care of it.
He is so protective of me and our children. How many nights have I awakened to find him returning to bed with a pistol after patrolling the outside of the house? I can not count them. I only know that some noise that only vigilant fathers can hear calls him from sleep.
This protection has gone on from the beginning of our relationship. On two occasions when we were engaged he drove a couple of hours at breakneck speed to rescue me, one time from a car engine fire, the other time when a 12-year-old girl pulled out in front of me in a huge tank of a Chrysler. He drove a green Chevy Nova, but it looked like a white horse to me.
Once, when we were newlyweds, we were driving home at night when suddenly his right arm shot out across my chest. Simultaneously, someone rear-ended us. I had been unaware that the accident was imminent. I was probably chattering away, but he was thinking how he could protect me. Twenty-eight years later, the memory brings tears to my eyes. I was, am cherished by a true knight. And I don't deserve him.
Aside from all this, he has worked hard to support our family so that I can stay home with the children. Because of his devotion to us, he has endured many situations that frustrated and depressed him. At times, I believe, it has affected his health. He perseveres.
I am so grateful and proud to be his wife.
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Oh, you've described my beloved husband of 15 years, too.
Please, at the risk of lowering the 'tone' -- let me URGE you -- (and everyone) to make sure you're prepared to go on without your white knight. My husband died three months ago (aged 60), after mowing the lawn in the horrid heat and humidity that was Georgia is July. We really thought we'd prepared pretty well "in case of emergency" -- and yet it was silly stupid things we didn't think of that are causing me HUGE trouble.
He paid our bills online: I didn't know any of the passwords. I had his debit card: but not his PIN. (I was not on his accounts, nor he on mine.) I didn't have his email password: and business emails come to it. Thankfully, I was able to figure out his cryptic hints/notes and, over a long hard month of trying, was able to work out all his passwords and pick up where he left.
He always kept the house in "sale-ready" condition ... "in case." But I'm not on the title, and have to *inherit* it (and the car and the bike and everything!) Did you know, in nearly ALL states -- the credit card companies get paid BEFORE the family inherits what's left?! Are you prepared for that?!
Please - be prepared to go on without him! (Or he, without you. No matter who dies: it's always too soon!)
Dear MsArchangel,
Thank you! What a wonderfully thoughtful and helpful comment. May God bless you and comfort you in your bereavement.
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