My husband and I have been married for nearly 6 years. We married VERY young. I was 18, he was 19. We “just knew”. We knew that we were perfect for each other, and that our lives would be better together than apart.
My husband is the best friend I’ve ever had. I’ve never been more “real” with anyone. Not even myself. Sometimes that “realness” just explodes out at the point of complete depletion (from stress, or exhaustion…), and sometimes, it is nonverbal (he can tell what I’m thinking just by a look, and let’s not even get into the “realness” that happens during pregnancy and childbirth).
My husband is a child at heart. What can sometimes be infuriating, can also be so charming. I love that he loves to play and have fun. He is a better dad for it. It can also be a weakness, which leads me to…
My husband is pretty good at admitting his faults. He knows he is not perfect, and he owns up to it once he realizes that he’s wrong. I love this trait of his, because I’m also, not perfect. It is easier to be imperfect with a spouse that can identify his imperfections, and thus, not blame you for all of the problems you face.
My husband is doing his best to learn how to lead our family in Christ and how to serve the Lord, despite an unsupportive (at best) family system. He had no example of Christ-like family life, and yet, he still tries to encourage his family to be set apart and obedient servants of our Lord. And for that, he is truly the biggest inspiration and the best blessing I have ever received.
xx -S