This will be brief because I really need to get ready for work. I had a ton of stuff going on last night, so I didn’t get to write anything. I tried, but the well was dry.
I have a broad set of shoulders. They have carried a lot over the years, both literally and figuratively. Yesterday, the metaphorical load was too heavy for me and I broke down. There was just too much for me to carry and for a moment I let it all tumble down. The strength that I consistently try to show the world faltered and my burden fell from my shoulders.
However, it did not crash to the ground. It was caught and taken up by a bigger, broader, and stronger set of shoulders. My husband’s.
John held my sob wracked body and dried my tears. He cried with me a little. He spoke quiet words of comfort and love, and then he listened. He took care of me because he cares for me, and he carried my burden for me until I could take it up again myself.
Love is patient, love is kind. Those words were read at our wedding. I heard them. John did too. After 22 plus years, we are still trying to live them everyday.
Thank you, John, for your loving kindness, patience, and — most of all — your big, broad shoulders. I love you too.
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And that is what having a solid marriage is about. When I can’t do it, all I say is Kevin, I need you, and he does whatever it is. That is true, lasting love. So glad that God has given you that blessing.
Yes, Lisa, I’m glad for that blessing as well. John is an amazing man, devoted father, and patient and loving spouse.
Obviously, the secret to being a good husband is to marry someone named “Lisa”.