He Sweeps Me off my Feet Over and Over Again

The man sweeping snow off of our cars, and shoveling our driveway also sweeps me off my feet over and over again. We have certainly been through our fair share of ups and downs, but in the end he always comes through.

When I’m anxious and overwhelmed by the children’s antics, he steps in like a knight in shining armor, to save the day.

Although I’m a stay at home mom, he never makes me feel like I’m not doing enough. He’s constantly praising what I do get done, and also helping with the tasks that I didn’t get to.

Those dishes that pile up, and laundry that becomes insurmountable sometimes… okay about half of the time, take a back burner to spending time with our children. My husband knows that our children come first. So, he steps in and steps up.

We have this constant give and take relationship, in a very good and productive way. While it certainly didn’t happen overnight, I’m thankful everyday that it finally happened.

My expectations of what a “perfect husband” and “perfect father” have changed over the years.

I used to think he should just know what to do. I used to think that it meant showering me with love all the time and knowing that I needed help. the problem was, that he didn’t know because I didn’t tell him.

Now, my expectations are that he loves me in his own way everyday. He helps when I ask and also when I don’t, because we both communicate much better.

We pry out the thoughts in each other’s heads so that we’re not alone in our worries.

We fall in love over and over again because we make it a priority.

He shows me by his actions that this love is forever.

He apologizes when he’s wrong, and sometimes when he’s not.

He washes and dries the laundry, helps me find time for myself, and actually listens to what I want and need.

He holds my hand and holds me tight, when I just need that closeness to be grounded.

He rubs my hair through his fingers and kisses my forehead.

He steps in and steps up. He does what is necessary to make our marriage and family come first.

The man sweeping off our cars, sweeps me off my feet over and over again… and I’m thankful that he’s mine.