Let’s consider this post another one in the #WhyILoveMyHusband series. Here’s why. Our oldest child Lucy lost her first tooth one year ago right around Christmas. It almost caused a minor meltdown (me, not the kid) because it was just one more thing to add to my to-do list during a season that can be already hectic with […]
So why do I love my husband today? For knowing when I need to be knocked down a bit and helping me recognize it, too. Joel knows I live in extremes. When the blog’s stats aren’t as high as I would like them to be, when my writing doesn’t seem to be clicking, when we aren’t receiving much feedback, or when __________, fill in the blank, Joel helps me not reach beyond myself. Indeed, our blog is good; it is not great. But I shall keep running this race with perseverance and work to harness any inordinate desires for my own excellence.
So why do I really, really love my husband today? For not being afraid to tackle this project, for staying up well past his bedtime, for lovingly and patiently preparing this party primate.
Rejecting a culture that says it’s acceptable to tear down your husband. Presenting 5 reasons why I love my husband, the inaugural edition.