As I’ve been sitting here at my keyboard contemplating what to write, I realized a couple of things. I am thankful to God for so much in my life.
Tomorrow, when I sit with my family to eat a traditional Thanksgiving meal (which I will prepare), my prayer will be one of gratitude for my children, family (mother, father, siblings, etc), friends, church, opportunities, and every breath I take.
But what (or whom) I am most grateful for is my husband. Thom. The man who makes me laugh every day.
Every. Single. Day.
My beloved will always find a way to make me smile. I’m not even sure he does it intentionally. This is one of the reasons I am so grateful God has given him to me.
My beloved has a quirky, snarky, sarcastic, dry kind of humor which whistles in the dark as much as it amuses in the daylight.
He has an incredible giving nature which his temperament can sometimes belie. He wants to serve God every day even when it is hard. The fact is there is much which goes on in my beloved’s mind to which I am (obviously) not privy, but one thing I know for certain.
He takes his responsibility to care for me as his wife very seriously (as I do my own for him as my husband).
You see, we have gotten to the place in our marriage where it’s us again. Our children are in college. One day they will be responsible for themselves as they pursue their own goals, make their own decisions, live their own lives. My husband and I are moving forward into that next beginning where every husband and wife find themselves as a couple.
Eventually. Prayerfully. Hopefully.
Through God’s grace, my beloved and I have endured the messiness of unrealistic expectations, disappointment, stress, anger, and disillusionment, finding our way into an understanding of our vow as covenant to God and each other in marriage.
This means we have discovered true friendship with one another and life-long faithful companionship. We have found the key to relational longevity (it goes back to understanding covenant as being more than a promise) and the desire for it. Most importantly, we’ve learned what it means to love one another well in every sense of the word (even when we don’t feel it every now and again).
When trials, stress, and struggles find my beloved and me for a time — we may bend against the strain of it but we do not break.
So I’m thankful for the man who has been my husband for over twenty years. The man can make me laugh every single day for one simple reason. My beloved is mine and I am his.