This is a man who isn’t perfect, not by any stretch of the imagination, but this is a man who always tries.
Sometimes he passes through the house like a whirlwind, leaving a mini trail of destruction in his wake.
Sometimes he says the wrong thing, although he never intends to hurt.
He makes mistakes, he gets things wrong but then so do we all.
I am often too quick to fly off the handle, too quick to find fault and see what is wrong rather than what is right.
Often my hubby may not realise something is bothering me until the point where I explode about it.
He might not always think, he might not always see, but once he realises that there is a problem, he will ask “how can I make this better?”
He knows that the thing I’m getting angry about isn’t always the thing that is bothering me deep down.
And so he will stop and take the time to listen, to find out what really is the issue behind the anger.
My hubby is a problem-solver.
If there’s a problem, there must be a solution.
If there’s a solution, he’ll make sure he’ll find it.
Sometimes though, there is no solution, no way of fixing something.
I can see it hurts him to not be able to fix things, to make everything better.
He will do anything to make his family happy.
This is a man who knows that if something is worth having, it’s worth fighting for.
This is a man whose family is the most important thing in the world to him.
This is a man who will give all he can, and do his best to make things better if it’s in his power to do so.
He will always see the person behind a problem and find a way to make them happy if he can.
But he will never change who he is to fit someone else’s agenda.
He is always true to himself.
And I love him for that.
My hubby might not be perfect, might not get things right all the time. But what I love most is that he always tries.