He took my hand in his and promised me forever. My
husband, Andrew, has stood by my
side through all of it. All the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful.
Andy
is a gentle soul. No one like him. My love for him continues to grow daily. It
was ignited quickly with two months of courtship between three weeks of Mission
work in Kenya, Africa. Engaged with six months of wedding planning, married,
and here we are today. Just one week after celebrating our twenty-second Wedding Anniversary.
As I
type this I have just finished another diverticulitis infection for the second time in a
month along with several other issues at hand. So Grateful not to be in the hospital
this go-a-round. These past four months have been particularly stressful on
Andy. Between balancing work, the kids, me, and the normal household doings, he is
exhausted. But the man never complains. I watch him with the girls and our
older two when they are home. Such a good Father he is to them. Such finite detail he
places into everything he does. Andy was the first man to look upon me through
the eyes of the Father. Such immense love and acceptance he has for me. They
both do.
Whether
it is by laying a cold ice pack across the back of my neck in attempts to
lull a screaming migraine, holding my hand in prayer, squeezing his during my umpteenth needle stick for an IV or blood drawl, or cooking a nice meal for our family, his love
continues to shine through. Plucking my heart strings that play out a never
ending song of gratitude for this man. The love of my life. My soulmate. My
Andy.
Dedicated to the true Beauty of Marriage. The ins and outs and all of its in-between.
