I cannot believe my husband.
He works. He works so hard to provide for us financially. Then he comes home bone tired, and he works some more. He works to help me with the children. He works to lighten my load, cultivate our relationship, and make me feel beautiful and appreciated.
I cannot believe my husband.
I cannot believe that such a selfless man exists, yet there he is. He sleeps on the couch with a snotty toddler while allowing his very pregnant wife to try and get some rest.
I cannot believe such a wonderful father can mold the lives of his children while simultaneously making his wife feel loved by sending her random messages of affection, but he does. Every day he does.
I cannot believe my husband. I cannot believe a man thinks so much of others above himself, yet I see the proof every day. I hold his hand, and I linger in his embrace as he hugs me before bed, placing a soft kiss on my puffy lips, and a warm hand on my swelling belly.
I cannot believe my husband. I cannot believe God blessed me with such a wonderful partner with which to raise a family and enjoy life, yet He did. He gave me the gift of my husband, and though I cannot believe I deserve such a thing, I refuse to not take notice.
I refuse to not be enamored, amazed, and in appreciative awe of the partner I do life with. I cannot believe my husband, but I cherish him nonetheless. I cannot believe he loves me like he does, but then again, I love him pretty hard too.
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This article originally appeared at BrieGowen.com.
