Hero

This
lucky girl is married to a hero.

He doesn’t wear a cape or leap from buildings. He’s
an everyday hero in this house. A hard-working, tenderhearted guy. He takes
care of his wife and his littles, putting their wants and needs before his
own. He will completely stop what he is doing to help someone in need. And he
follows God.

Isn’t that the best kind of hero.

I’m not sure he realizes what a complete hero he
is to me, to us. It’s evident to me daily.  So I’m here to let my hero know a few things…

I
need him.  I love knowing my husband will step in and
defend me or protect me in a moment’s notice. He would fight for my honor.
 Inappropriateness, disrespect, ogling…he’ll step in and tend to them
all.  

My
hero.  Sigh.

I lean on him.  I know the world pushes independent women. And
they sure aren’t fond of women that aren’t independent whatsoever. I’m totally
capable of being that woman but I’m so thankful to have a man I can rely on. If
there’s an emergency, I call him. If there’s excitement, I call him. You have
no idea how many spiders he has killed over the years y’all (That alone
qualifies him as being my hero.  This girl doesn’t do spiders). He’s held me while I sobbed over a loss. He’s
fixed leaks. He’s calmed me down when i called him freaking out.  He’s calmed my spirit, telling me everything will be okay.  He’s my rock.

He is a true hero. Loving me quietly.

I’d be lost without him.  I know this sounds a little over-the-top, but it
is true. I would be lost without his loving and protecting arms around me. I
would be lost without his voice telling me it will all be okay. I would be lost
without his body to snuggle me at night.

A great hero.  An everyday hero.