Yesterday evening I learned that a friend from high school had lost her husband. She laid him to rest yesterday morning, on what would have been his 40th birthday. My heart and my prayers go out to her and her children at what must be the most difficult time of their lives.
When something like this happens it seems to bring things into super sharp focus.
Therefore, today I am incredibly thankful for Tyran. Thankful for our relationship.
This last little while has been a period of "growth" for us. Probably more for me than for him. He has been willing and open to listen to me, to all of my concerns and my fears.
Tyran puts up with a lot. He has put up with my love of change....from the constant change of the furniture in our home to the constant change of my hair color and length. He puts up with my poor house keeping skills and my lack of skill in the kitchen with little or no complaint.
He puts up with my insecurities and my idiosyncrasies. He lives through my "moods" and loves me in spite of them. He puts up with my teasing.
He goes to work at a job that, although it's a good job and he likes it, he doesn't love. I know he would much rather be teaching yoga full time and he sacrifices his personal happiness to provide for myself and for our children.
He loves the Savior.
He loves me.
He loves our kids.
He honors his priesthood.
We balance each other out incredibly well and I am so thankful for that. Sometimes I wonder what other people think when they see us together. Especially if they know us very well at all.
He has been, and continues to be, incredibly patient with me.
He loves me extra baggage, extra poundage and all.
I don't know what I would do without him.
If it wasn't for him I have a feeling I would be single, lonely, bitter and unwilling and possibly unable to trust.
I hope I never have to know life without him by my side. I know that at different times during our relationship where he has longed for the simpler life of a hermit. I'm thankful that he chose differently.
I want him to know how much I love and appreciate him.
He is my better half....thankfully.
For Tyran.
It really is so sweet to be loved by you.
6 comments:
You know... he's just as lucky to have you as you are to have him. Beautiful post!
I love this! And feel the same way about mine.
Beautiful! :)
Love this!
It's such a privilege to be the wife of a wonderful man. I am so glad you have one and, more importantly, that you KNOW it. I am sorry for the loss of your friend's spouse. My husband's 48 year old brother is dying and it's so hard for the family to come to terms with it. Too young. Sigh. We should ALL be guaranteed at least enough time to get our families raised but, sadly, it doesn't work that way.
It's always nice to have somebody there for you.
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