I have to admit, my husband does not make beds. He does not dust furniture or my doo-dads. He does very little to no cooking, but he does do dishes, vacuum, and take out the garbage. He may sit in a chair while I shop, but he does take me shopping. I believe you call that patience. He is retired and while I still have to crawl out from under the covers to get dressed for work, there is seldom a morning when he does not compliment me before I leave for work. Anger is not a part of his character. I could count the times I have seen him even semi-angry on five fingers, never going past my first hand. The time my jealous dog and him had a stand-off in the hallway, just after we got married, does not count. When I express a concern, he is never embarrassed to pick up my hand at that moment and pray with me. I do not remember ever hearing him say an unkind word about anyone.
The best way to describe my 17 years with my husband would be to simply read 1 Corinthians. My husband meets all of those qualities, and that is what my husband has given me for the past 17 years.
Thank you Chuck and “Happy Anniversary!”
1 Corinthians: “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”
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