{day 34}

My husband is my hero. I maybe don't tell him this enough, but as a man, father, husband, friend, son, etc he amazes me at every turn. He's a soldier, which makes him a national hero in his own right. Almost seven year sago he quit college and put on a uniform to join a cause he believed in with all of his heart. We couldn't have known then all that would entail. Months (sometimes over a year) apart, missed Birthdays and holidays, long hours at work and not nearly enough time home. He's lost friends and endured trial upon tribulation. He stood by my side and mourned the loss of a daughter. He cried tears of joy the day our little miracle baby made her grand entrance into the world. All of these grand gestures make him a hero to most who know him.

These grand gestures of his mean more to me than most. But these are not the things that most impress me. Anyone has the potential to make their mark upon the world. Few can do so and still be heroes when they walk in the door. My husband does this every day.

He comes home exhausted and over stimulated. He probably just wants to be left alone. Instead he plops kisses on me and his baby. He sits down and talks to us, asks us how our days went. When a three year old tells you about her day it can be a long, rambling story of things that can seem inconsequential to most grown ups. He listens and he interacts. He never seems bored or annoyed.

It warms my heart as it does any mother's to see the man I love so in love with this amazing little person we created.

It makes me know that I have chosen well in life. That I must have done something right, somewhere, at some time, to have earned these amazing people. He's a hero to a lot of people just by vocation. He's a hero to us because he strives every day to be a man she can always look up to. He is setting the example now for what she will expect in her own relationships in the future.

 If she can find someone half as decent, honorable and loving as the man I chose for us she will be the happiest girl in the world.

 What more could any woman want?