This man's man that can be gruff and intense. He talks very loud and uses southern words that sometimes don't translate well. Yet, he smiles a smile that makes everyone around him feel comfortable. Feel important. He does that so easily. Smile.
He has been frustrated over the years living in an all girl house. Teaching the girls to drive and to do math and to hunt and to fish. He taught them to water ski and to bait a hook. To shoot a gun and to cut the grass. Some of his daughters loved learning. Some of his daughters did not. But even in the frustrating times when the voice got loud and the exasperation showed, they knew he loved them. Eventually the big strong arms always ended up around them. Holding them close. Keeping them safe. Always.
Those same arms have held me too. Through the joy of birth. Through the pain of death. Through the fear of the unknown. Through the hurts of life. He has never not been there for me. Ever. I know how blessed I am. I know how special that kind of love is. And I cherish it. When he asks me if I know how much he loves me, I can honestly say yes. There is no doubt. Ever.
Thank you for that, sweet husband. You are cherished and you are loved too. You have taught your girls what a true man looks like. How a true man loves. And that a real man loves Jesus. You have given them the picture. And you have given them wings to soar on their own. You love well.
Happy Birthday!!
A rugged mountain of a man,
aromatic with wood and stone.
His words are kisses, his kisses words.
Everything about him delights me, thrills me
through and through!
song of solomon 5:16 the message
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