Monday, September 7, 2015

Husband of the Year

I might be a bit biased, but I am pretty sure my husband should be labeled "The Husband of the Year".

Why you ask?

Not because he brought home flowers this evening.

Or purchased for me new jewelry.

Or set up a candlelight bubble bath.

Or is even taking me on a dream trip to Paris.

What has he done of late to earn such a reward?

He held me tight, while I shook with tears the day I was told I might have cancer.

He took time out of his very busy work schedule, those days leading up to my surgery, to listen to me cry my worries out on the phone.

He took me to the ocean (he greatly dislikes the beach, by the way) a few days before my surgery, because he knows it is one of the best ways to calm my spirit.

He stayed awake with me the night before my surgery, while I endured the awful bowel prep, and laid in the hallway, by my side, near the bathroom, between my visits.

He prayed with me before we left to the hospital the day of surgery.

He found the Discovery Channel on the television at the hospital, and put on "Shark Week", to try and distract me the moments before the surgery.

He never left my side once I came out of surgery. And even slept on a very hard widow seat, during that one night stay in the hospital.

He slept beside me on our couch, while I slept in the recliner those days following the surgery.

He again held me and reassured me, while I cried in fear once more, when the test results came back showing cancer, and I was told I would have to go through chemotherapy.

He has taken me to my chemo treatments, each day. And stays with me through the pre-meds, until the chemo drip starts, and then leaves for work.

He has been there holding my hand each time I have had to have an IV inserted. And helped me revive after the two separate times I blacked out because of the pain and fear of it.

He surprised me with a special cake one evening before chemo started back, since he knew I would not be eating much of anything the following week.

And one evening, when I was feeling particularly down, he took me for a ride in the Jeep on some back country roads.


He has held me, reassured me, loved me, cared for me, and been more patient than should be possible through all my tears, worries, and even my cranky, really tired nauseous bad days.

And still calls be beautiful, and finds me attractive. Even with my bald head.

Everyday he shows the attitude that Christ displays to the church.

Patience. Love. Forgiveness.

I am brought to tears when I think of how blessed I am to be married to this man. I truly do NOT deserve his sweet love.

He is my rock in a crisis.

He really is "Husband of the Year".
Have a wonderfully blessed day everyone! Thanks for stopping by!


  1. Oh Angel, this post moved me deeply, to tears and smiles at the same time. I have been keeping you in my heart, but I confess that I don't always remember to include Justin in my prayers. I will do better at lifting you both up, asking for you both to receive the comfort, strength, peace, and commitment to each other that you need. You're doing so well persevering through this difficult time - I hope you can keep your eyes on the end and the dreams that are still waiting for you both on the other side!!

    Love and hugs to you, my dear friend!
    ~ Vicki

  2. What a beautiful post. What a beautiful man. My prayers are with you both.

  3. I am blessed to call this GODly man my son-in-law. When I think of all the years I prayed for a GODly man for you I am overwhelmed by GOD's choice for you. Your right, it made me cry! But they are tears of joy!

    I love you both so much!

    Matthew 6;33

  4. This post is so sweet... I'm really happy that you have a wonderful husband at your side in this moment!


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