My Gift of Words to My Husband
The way he thinks is so different from me.
He listens, though he has difficulty hearing. He knows my behavior and can read my mood before I realize that I have a mood.
I know the way he likes his coffee. Bringing it to him as he prepares for work is a small gift I can give to him.
I honor him by listening to what he knows, without interrupting. That is not always easy, I can be very opinionated.
I honor him by bringing discipline to my life that will set an example for the children of who they would like to be, or who they would like to marry.
We honor each other by not being a vacuum of need.
We both laugh too loudly, then gesture to the each other to tone it down.
We honor each other by not pressing down our gifts, or ideas.
He is the pilot, I am the co-pilot, we are both necessary, we compliment each other.
There were times when we both had the thought, that calling it quits might be easier. Step-families are not for the tender of hide. But quitters never win, and winners never quit.
This Christmas I am thankful for the gift of Christ, family, and my husband; and the characteristics of Christ I see in him.