He’s the one who has all of the traits if I were to make a list of the perfect man.
He’s the one that every woman dreams of but I get to have.
He’s the one that loves me unconditionally despite my never-ending flaws.
He’s the one that when I’m having a bad day, he always asks “what’s wrong?”
He’s the one that leans in close to hear me say, “nothing” and brushes a kiss against my cheek.
He’s the one that grabs my waist with his strong work-worn hands and pulls me in close.
He’s the one that holds me tight when the tears start to flow.
He’s the one I melt into and share all of my fears with.
He’s the one that stays when so much should make him leave.
He’s the one that I still long for, live for, and dream about even after twenty years of marriage.
He’s the one. The only one. And thank God he’s mine.
Let me tell you a bit more about my husband:
My husband still gets asked how he can have a teenage daughter when he only looks 25. 🙂
When he turned 40, he achieved his own personal goal of being in the best shape of his life.
He cooks. He cleans. He’s organized. Yes, it’s true!
He is the best daddy in the world! He cherishes time with his family and never takes it for granted.
He can do absolutely anything he sets his mind to.
He introduces me to everybody as his “beautiful wife”.
My husband has put up with so much in the 24 years we have spent together, AND he still calls me his best friend.