A Real Good Man

While I often write about natural living, raising food and even share personal thoughts and happenings in my life, there’s a part of me some of you may not know about. Something near and dear to my heart.

Though I’ve done nothing to deserve it, I have a real good man in my life. I can’t tell you how often I’ve thanked God for this special and unique gift.

I’m incredibly grateful!

This man stood beside me in the middle of my initial battle with Lyme disease-yes-before we knew if I would ever get better. As unknown as my future was, he didn’t run or turn away during those dating years.

Instead of closing his eyes to the difficulty before him, this man hit his knees in prayer. Something he still does and leads me in today.

Saying “I do” involved real risk on his part. And when struggling to adjust to a wife with a sick body, he has leaned in to better understand, instead of growing indifferent.

I love this man with his strong heart, curly hair and of course, his beautiful beard.

I have a motherly friend from Germany who once told me that a man without a beard is like a sky without stars. I’m inclined to agree. At least in the case of my man.

This guy. As much as I like to think I’m an independent woman, I know, deep down, that I need this man.

He makes me laugh, reminds me to let down and relax. The twinkle in his blue eyes usually gets to me whether I want it to or not.

I need him, his wisdom and insight. That gentle honesty. Protection and strength he offers.

I don’t want to ever do life without this man.

Did I mention there is a wild side to him that I find most attractive? Adrenaline rushes and extreme sports are the name of his game! And he relishes the challenge.

I’m thankful for his realness. He knows he’s not perfect, that there are areas of weakness in his life. Instead of sweeping them (or the effects of them) under the carpet, he takes problems head on, even allowing his wife to speak her thoughts.

He’s wild and gentle. Sincere yet funny. Diligent but exciting. Loyal and dedicated to doing right by those around him.

This good man desires that God be front and center in our home and marriage. And I feel safe with him. I always have.

I’m not sure I believe in the ‘perfect match’ or falling in love. I never was the mushy type.

But of this I am sure: I do love this blue-eyed, bearded man with the blood, sweat and tears type of love. Yes, even with a deeply romantic type of love.

I do.

And if we ever have little boys, I hope they’ll be just like him.