Yesterday at church, as Kevin was doing the annoncements, I sat in my seat looking at him thinking how cute he was in his yellow polo shirt and how lucky I am to be married to him. Then he said this, "If you are interested in signing up for the Women's Day, please go to the table in the foyer where my wife is doing registration."
My wife. I love hearing him say those words.
My wife.
I belong to him. He's letting people know that I am his. Yes, I belong to that cute guy in the yellow polo shirt. I'm his wife.
It's a wonderful feeling, to know that you belong to someone. To know that no matter how many curveballs life throws at you, you still stand together.
To know that no matter what, everyday, you are going to just show up and say, I'm yours. You're mine. I'm here.
I just love hearing him say, That's my wife.
March 10, 2008
My Husband
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3 comments:
So cute and so true. No matter how much I complain, overall, Steve is a good hubby. Thanks for the reminder...
You are both blessed. I am certain that he looks at you and thinks, "that beautiful girl belongs to me".
How wonderful and sweet!
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