When I asked God for someone to share my life with, He gave me a soldier, not a Romeo.
That’s not to say that my husband doesn’t ever do things that others would label “romantic”. He does. But he knows that I am not the mushy, romantic type. I am more the silly romantic that wants to dance a crazy dance in the living room with him, before I begin tickling until he begs me to stop.
Me? I’m not ticklish.
As a child of divorce, I struggled with security issues before I wed.
After the wedding, I can say unequivocally and without reservation, that I have never had one moment when I was not fully convinced that if attacked, my husband would go to his death defending me.
Not every wife can say that, but I can.
Praise God, He knows what we need!
I’m thankful for my soldier boy today. I love you, Bob.