The first time I heard that I think I was about 12 years old. My friend and I had stayed out WAY too late on an extremely stormy nigh while camping with her dad at A Thousand Trails in Pacific City. I had forgotten that until I sat down to write this.
Last week Lennox, Winter, and I were invited to a 2 hour presentation basically about relationships. (I totally can’t remember the preson’s name or titles of books.) One of the things she talked about is how a woman needs to hear, “We may not agree right now, but I love you. You and I are good.” I didn’t realize how important that is to hear until I needed to hear it earlier this week. I needed to know that even though things feel rough, we’re still family and we love each other. That one thing has helped me so much in relating to my daughter. I could say to her the other night, “my feelings are hurt, but I really love you and we’re good”. Us women need our hearts to be secure.
The men need to know they’re appreciated and respected. My husband feels respected when our room is tidy and restful. (I feel loved when the house is clean.) I am not great at respecting, but I’m learning. I didn’t grow up in a family that respected men. I didn’t do it well with my first husband and I haven’t done it well as my boys have grown into men. As with everything in life, we learn as we grow.
The speaker from last week said that men need to know that they’re our hero. I have a few heroes in my life. My dad, my son Christopher, and Lennox. Today is about Lennox. I don’t have any good pictures of the other 2 on this computer and I didn’t plan to write this.
This guy married a girl with so much baggage it could fill semi. She already has 4 kids and was naive enough to think the transition would be smooth since all the kids have known Lennox for at least 10 years. It hasn’t been. It’s been SO hard! Yet, we have seen a huge shift in our family. Our teenagers enjoy spending time with us. They’re becoming more open, especially with Lennox. We have fun. We can be honest without being insulting. I love that. I love that my teens are learning something so important decades before I learned it.
This guy is an excellent grandpa, we call him Lolo. He’s learned to change diapers, cuddle a toddler, and a whole bunch of other things.
Anyway, my husband is gone late tonight helping with leading worship somewhere and I miss him. He’s my best friend and I feel like I never get enough time with him.
What makes your husband your hero?