Husband

I distinctly recall a ride home from Columbus with my friend Mistyn. We were having the typical conversation about our husbands. I remember telling her that if something ever happened to Jarod I didn't think I would ever get married again. I didn't need a husband to take care of me. I already managed the household with the exception of the mowing and the trash (both of which I could do). It was a "been there done that" mentality.

This winter I learned something about myself. I don't need "a" husband. I need my husband. This winter I realized that the trials and tribulations of the past 2 years regarding friendships was all a part of God's plan to help me realize that it truly is important for my husband to be my closest friend. That we are in this together! I think I had begun to realize that over the course of the past year; however, it wasn't until this winter that I truly realized how much I need his daily interaction, the commraderie we call marriage. And so this first week of having him home in the evenings has been pure bliss! Things are just back to normal...he cooks supper and I clean up the mess. He rough-houses and teases the girls and I send them to bed. Once the children are in bed, he retreats downstairs and I stay on the main floor. It's who we are, it's what we do....and it's what God intended for us.