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.
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Yes, Lisa, I’m glad for that blessing as well. John is an amazing man, devoted father, and patient and loving spouse.
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Obviously, the secret to being a good husband is to marry someone named “Lisa”.
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