The night before John was to leave on a business trip last week Loaf curled up to snuggle and after a few minutes started vomiting on him. I marveled as he calmly caressed her head and waited until she finished. It was an awesome sight.
I thought back to when Whitney was a baby and John's dry heaving the first few times he changed her diaper or cleaned up her vomit. It was a lifetime ago and now he is the champion of disgusting things. Of course this is not the reason I love this darling man, although it is a good one.
After 21 years of marriage I have come to know this gentle man inside and out. I can tell when he walks into a room what he is looking for without him having to say anything. I smile at his quirks and feel eternally grateful for his strengths. He comforts, protects, inspires, guides, serves, and blesses our lives in too many ways to innumerate. He treats me with respect and honor. He loves me more and more each day. I don't know how it's possible with all my flaws, but he does and he tells/shows me in ways that make my heart swell with gratitude.
His greatest desire is to serve God and his family. He loves to spend time with us, to be with us. If I had the ability to express with words my love for him more powerful words would not be said, but instead I fumble over this simple expression. He is a giant among men. His quiet manners leave him in the background observing and serving. His love not only for all of us extends to everyone he meets. He genuinely loves all people.
I love you darling husband and father of my children. Thank you for choosing me.