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My Hero ~ My Hubby


"Did you know you are my hero?"  I asked my husband this morning.  He said, "Your silly."  

Hero status does not involve a cape or a tight costume.... 

Hero status that I've dubbed on my husband doesn't mean he is perfect.  He is not.

Hero status doesn't mean that he is always easy to live with...he is not.  Just like I am not.


My husband is my hero because he is:

Faithful.
Dedicated.
Steadfast.
Silly.
Fun.


He is also my hero because:

He tears up coming home from our college son's football game.
He laughs and teases our youngest.
He learns to make a new sheath for my son's new knife.
He runs upstairs when I come home with groceries to help me carry in.
He tells my boys, "turn it down," when he knows a show will upset me.
When I say, "Good night and I love you," down the stairs to the boys...he tells them to "tell your Mom you love her."
He tells his boys, "Throw your Mom a bone once in a while," which means it doesn't take much to thrill your Mom.
 

Finally, he is my hero because:

He works a very difficult job full time to provide of his family in addition to being a Pastor.
He keeps working even though he is not treated well or appreciated.  
He keeps working even though he is underpaid and unrecognized at the hospital.
He is an amazing teacher and can take a complicated concept and break it down so anyone can understand.
He is always learning.  Reading the classics, philosophy, literature, theology and how to make knives.
He prays with me.
He encourages me to go and be and do without holding me back.
He pushes me forward.  I had always wanted to get my Pastoral License but our community frowned and he encouraged me to follow my call.
He believes in me.
He believes in our boys.



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